Clothesline

I pegged them out on my clothes line,
   Like puppets on a string.
   Those baggy pants fit for a clown,
   Such laughter they did bring.

   That claret shirt, high as a kite,
   And three sheets to the wind.
   They will dry out, to my delight,
   My wet suit it has sinned.


   George. Seal.   4/ 1/ 2015.
   No. 3 clothesline.
   Let me feel your lines.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Allison Avatar
April 1, 2015 at 4:12 PM
very clever take on the theme:-) Hugs jan xx good luck with the contest:-) loved the humour throughout the write and the similie:-)
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