Jan Allison Poet Rhyme

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I'Ll Do Anything For Love

All things can tempt me from picking up my pen,
but the most demanding is housework and men!

I sit at my desk, I’m all geared up to write
Son begs please wash my jeans, I need them tonight!

I grab dirty clothes, pile them in the machine  -
He will hang them outdoors when they are all clean!

Son retreats to his room, soon he’s sound asleep
I’ll hang out his laundry – my writing can keep!

He bounds in the room asking ‘mum what’s for tea’
I’ll prepare a meal - then write  my poetry!


NB . My son has flown the nest - fictional poem for contest

All Things Can Tempt Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans

11 syllables each line

2/20/20

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John Watt March 18, 2020 at 11:26 PM Jan, love the pic of 'OctoMom' juggling all those distractions, and your brilliant poem about laundry, cooking, and taking care of son - a really fun read. Congrats, and all the best ~ John

Sam Kauffman March 18, 2020 at 10:33 PM So true, Jan. Congratulations! By the way what's for tea - one of my favorite activities as an inveterate tea drinker!

Janice Canerdy March 18, 2020 at 8:14 PM Delightful! CONGRATS, Jan. Janice

Christopher Flaherty February 28, 2020 at 7:37 PM Meatloaf But i wont do that Lol Jan Christopher Flaherty February 28, 2020 at 7:49 PM Incredible sense of humour you posses my friend Jan Allison February 28, 2020 at 7:39 PM ha ha ha:-) hugs Jan xx

Jennifer Proxenos February 28, 2020 at 6:56 AM This is a fun read and write Jan - Distractions are bound to arise when I sit to write poetry so I can relate to this poem. Well penned Jan. Blessings, Jennifer. Jan Allison February 28, 2020 at 7:26 AM I'm not at home but am currently sitting in a room overlooking the stormy sea, I can hear the waves and its getting the creative juices flowing as there is nothing here to distract me which is so often the case if you are at home:-) hugs jan xx

Pandita Sietesantos February 26, 2020 at 4:11 PM What an enjoyable read! I can ditto all your distractions. Sometimes I feel like Jack-in-the-box, jumping up every two seconds to attend to something or the other that "needs" my attention (lol). This is very witty and I can easily visualize the scenarios. Excellent write that will definitely come out on top in the contest! Brava! Hugs. Pandita Jan Allison February 26, 2020 at 4:19 PM Thanks my beautiful friend - its a fictional poem for the contest - my son no longer lives at home:-) hugs jan xx

Cecilia Macfarlane February 25, 2020 at 7:34 PM Love this! I also struggle with finding time to write. Terrific write Jan Hugs Jan Allison February 25, 2020 at 7:39 PM Thanks Cecilia:-) hugs jan xx

Connie Marcum Wong February 22, 2020 at 9:00 PM It is difficult to find time to write poetry as often things will come to me while in the shower or driving and then they are gone. I loved this and cute picture. I think you have a winner here. My daughter Jen is in labor right now. Love, Connie xxoo Jan Allison February 23, 2020 at 12:07 PM Got your daughter in my thoughts Connie, thanks for dropping by:-) hugs Jan xx

Lindsay Laurie February 22, 2020 at 6:08 PM Hello Jan … a woman's work is never done so the old saying goes, and your verse enforces that - thanks Jan - Lindsay Jan Allison February 23, 2020 at 12:07 PM Thanks LindsaY:-) hugs Jan xx

Carolyn Devonshire February 22, 2020 at 5:57 PM :) I laughed all the way through this, Jan. Maybe I'm lucky there are no men in my house. By the time you make that last meal, you're probably ready for a nap. Enjoyed this delightful read, Carolyn Jan Allison February 23, 2020 at 12:18 PM Thanks for dropping by Carolyn:-) hugs Jan xx

CayCay Godwin February 22, 2020 at 4:57 PM Adorable and a poem I sure relate to; however, I can't think of anything I want to do more than write when my muse comes. There are though things I'm supposed and meant to do called responsibilities which sure get in my muse's way. Good luck with the contest and all else. A clever poem. Hugs ... CayCay Jan Allison February 23, 2020 at 12:19 PM Thanks for dropping by CayCay:-) hugs Jan xx

Mark Koplin February 22, 2020 at 9:19 AM I love it! Great picture. A winner for sure. Good job my friend. Well penned. Jan Allison February 23, 2020 at 12:19 PM Thanks for dropping by Mark:-) hugs Jan xx

Alexis Y. February 21, 2020 at 2:54 PM Lol! Jan, Good write for the contest theme. I thought of song by Meatloaf with a similar title when I saw your poem. I wish you the best of luck in the contest. Enjoy the rest of your day:-) Alexis Jan Allison February 21, 2020 at 5:15 PM Thanks Alexis, it was fun to write for the contest:-) hugs jan xx

Rico Leffanta February 21, 2020 at 1:18 PM The Old World gods continue to thrive because they determined that women should live longer than men so they can mind, feed, and clean-up after their grandchildren? Your muse must have more to write, but you nailed this one! Aloha! Rico Jan Allison February 21, 2020 at 5:13 PM Ah so that's why we live longer - would love a grandchild one day!!!:-) hugs Jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen February 21, 2020 at 3:14 AM - My first thought, Jan ... (from my own experience) ... you get paid in heaven - Yes, we do everything for love ... and the picture is absolutely right ... a mother has six arms - A wonderful poem - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jan Allison February 21, 2020 at 4:40 PM what a sweet thought Anne- Lise:-) hugs Jan xx

Line Gauthier February 20, 2020 at 10:13 PM Love your poem. Love your title. Well penned, Jan. Jan Allison February 21, 2020 at 4:38 PM Thanks Line I thought the title went well with the theme in the poem :-) hugs jan xx

Eve Roper February 20, 2020 at 10:10 PM This is a wonderful poem for the contest, Jan. I hope your so is doing well besides your hubby and you. This brings back so many memories with my three sons... It's a rite, what I could do then I cannot now.. That is why God made the young to have children , the old are to slow to keep up. Good luck in the contest. Hugs Eve Jan Allison February 21, 2020 at 4:33 PM son is living independently in London last saw him for 3 weeks at Christmas, he is an amazing young man - poem is fiction lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Daniel Turner February 20, 2020 at 9:41 PM Ah yes, parenting, i remember it well. Nothing like a loving mother:) Fun read Jan. Jan Allison February 21, 2020 at 4:32 PM My son is amazing, independent and he can do his own cooking and washing lol:-) hugs Jam xx

Ts Poetry February 20, 2020 at 6:40 PM Teach them young to do everything for themselves and they'll thank you later...nice Jan Jan Allison February 20, 2020 at 6:53 PM lol thanks TS, he does everything when he's away but I still cook for us all when he's home and this poem is pure poetic licence lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Ronald D Thompson February 20, 2020 at 3:17 PM Best thing I have read in ages Jan!! Bravo..Ron x Jan Allison February 20, 2020 at 3:19 PM aww that has made me blush Ron :-) hugs Jan xx

Arturo Michael February 20, 2020 at 2:34 PM Sure it was like you wrote for many a year...and today you still do it for love Jan Allison February 20, 2020 at 2:44 PM I only started writing in 2013 and son was away at university then and now he has flown the nest and he does his own washing when he comes home lol:-) hugs Jan xx