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Premium Member Ironing Shirts
Hot was the room that she sweated a lot,
as the maid tired,
ironing
white shirts 
for
her
master
who wanted
to be dandy
when he toyed with the ladies at the ball.

17...

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Categories: ironing, work,
Form: Tetractys



Premium Member Stupid Questions
It never seems to amaze me
How stupid some people are
Whenever I am out
And take along my guitar.

''Is it a guitar'' people say
''No an ironing board''
I...

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© Peter Dome  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: ironing, angst, dog, guitar, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Woman's Work Is Never Done - For Contest
My alarm clock was set to go off at eight
When I lurched out of bed oh heck I was late
Forgot to move on the clock...

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Categories: ironing, humorous,
Form: List
Premium Member Small Addictions
“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your...

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Categories: ironing, love, muse,
Form: Narrative
Lamp of Genie
I'm a girl Of Hundred Wishes,
Will you grant me all these wishes?
May all my dreams come true,
Aladdin.I'm glad,I have 
a share Of Your Lamp too.

I'm...

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Categories: ironing, fantasygirl, sweet, girl, love,
Form: Light Verse



Grief
Bright autumn sunlight
Ironing out morning chill
Dad lay still and cold...

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Categories: ironing, death,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Shelly Gorde
(small revision made line two to make all syllables equal for lines 1, 2 and 5)

A sweet homemaker named Shelly Gorde

with her laundry and cleaning...

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Categories: ironing, fun,
Form: Limerick
Gotta Take Care of Me
These days my home is a disaster where no neatness is mastered.
For years I did the spic and span scene for a spouse who notices...

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Categories: ironing, anxiety, change, conflict, environment,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Fragile
FRAGILE

I watched my mother
Beautiful, petite, smart
Widowed at 28 with three small children
And people said, "Be extra good, your mother is fragile."

A blonde Jackie Kennedy,
Right down...

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Categories: ironing, abuse, children, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Bigging It Up
The family sat (mum, dad, child and the cat)
as they did every Friday for lunch
no-one uttered a word, and all that one heard
was a fork...

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© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: ironing, childhood, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Man Flu
“Darlig, by dose is still ruddig,
ad by tubby is poorly as well,
by head is id paid
ab i'b also afraid that by throat
is dow burdig like...

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© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: ironing, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Sick Thoughts
I wondered if owls became depressed
And if they ever cry
Then instead of saying who
They just wondered why

If a man pulls pickles from a jar 
At...

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Categories: ironing, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Sunday by Necessity
Rainy day today
Rainy day Sunday
Sunday on par
Sunday too far
Far better now
Far to go
Go with wind
Go with breeze
Breeze dries clothes
Breeze dries hair
Hair curls softly 
Hair curls...

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Categories: ironing, children, games,
Form: Blitz
Premium Member The Happy Dress
It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may...

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Categories: ironing, age, angst, body, caregiving,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Way Home - 2nd Part
As I neared home I went by the water works that stood for years behind the ice plant. That’s where the water for the city...

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© John Posey  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: ironing, remember,
Form: Narrative

Book: Shattered Sighs