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Throwing a Fit Under a Throw
I frantically began throwing junk out of my closet, Found clothes I did not recognize and a baseball. Company was coming, so I moved the throw off the bed, and threw it onto the pile of clothes. Why didn’t you just throw all that back in the closet? My husband threw at me. Throwing his cleaning prowess in my face? “What have you been doing all day?” I asked him. “Throwing up,” he threw out. That made me pretty mad as I had wasted an hour throwing stuff from one end of the house to another, and I was thoroughly upset with all of this throwing. He called his boss, who apparently did not answer, as he was outside throwing a baseball to his son. When they turned up an hour later, I was thoroughly irritated with my husband. So I hid under the throw on the couch, pretending to be a statue while he explained to them about his throwing up. They wisely decided to not stay for dinner, but I was still thoroughly mad, and I have yet to go through the pile of clothes I threw all over the floor. Guess at whom I I threw the baseball? Written February 10, 2019 Contest: Repetition Poetry Contest Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
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