I was doing the laundry one day
the dryer wobbled to and fro,
it was freaking out bad
I knew it had to go.
I leaned on one corner
and nearly landed on the floor,
one of the wheels were missing
what would somebody, do that for?
The wobbly dryer was a trap
someone could get hurt,
I threw the dryer outside
it landed hard in the dirt.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
The wobbly dryer part of this poem is true, but not the part about me throwing it out.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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