The Laundry
From his penthouse suite, he watched her
Hanging laundry outside
Through the fog, he saw her everyday
She let them hang 'til dried
Through his binoculars, it seemed
The laundry hung wasn't clean
He thought that he would find that place
And check out clothes moss green
A small house behind the laundry
Where he carried his clothes
Each day, he found the beautiful
Lady, there he just froze
In her hand were his dirty briefs
Mouth open, ironically
He turned red, shook and walked away
In sheer pomposity
Just for fun...
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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