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Mister Pot Holder

I have held my last pot of hot soup I've come to the end of my threads Befraggled and muffed Bedraggled and fruffed A raddled cloth corpse that's dead Frayed so soft and shabby As the cotton boll that bore me Worn to a frazzle I have lost all my dazzle Faded and haggard and tatty So tattered in my casing My splayed stuffing is facing The dog who has chewed What was left! May 11, 2020 The Potholder Poetry Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornish

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Elaine George

Date: 5/20/2020 6:48:00 AM

Love this! That describes my pot holder to a T. Thanks for sharing and many congrats on your win, Lonna. ~ Elaine

Lonna Blodgett
Date: 5/24/2020 2:57:00 PM

Thanks for the visit Elaine.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/19/2020 1:23:00 AM

I loved your ending about the dog chewing what was left Lonna. Congratulations on your wonderful win! Blessings xxoo

Lonna Blodgett
Date: 5/24/2020 2:56:00 PM

No truer story ever told. lol Thanks Connie

Aditi Mishra

Date: 5/18/2020 10:21:00 PM

The spirit of a worn out potholder in the end is intact. Congratulations Lonna :)

Lonna Blodgett
Date: 5/24/2020 2:55:00 PM

Thank you for the visit Aditi.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/11/2020 10:21:00 PM

The surprise at the end! Worn and eaten!

Lonna Blodgett
Date: 5/12/2020 10:45:00 AM

Yep.....its a pretty hard and abusive life being a Potholder!

Eve Roper

Date: 5/11/2020 1:14:00 PM

hahaha... love this terrific write, Lonna, great theme, flow, and rhyme. I have a few like that, but still hold on to it like I do with everything else:)

Lonna Blodgett
Date: 5/11/2020 8:59:00 PM

Hello Eve, Yes this one was fun. I especially fancied creating some new descriptive words. LOL Thanks for your visit!