Best Ironing Board Poems

I grasped the steam-iron with left hand,
the right was straightening trouser band;
it felt different, unusual, its hiss and feel,
serpent’s thought made me reel

I imagined it  come up from lake, it felt 
much like a rattlesnake, its heat I conjured
venomed-fang, turning skin to soft marang:...

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Ironing board 
Bare feet
You'd make me food
I'd eat

Little later straight clothes
No holes 
Warm in winter
The splinter

I have no ironing board now
But still that board reminds me how
I have grown to not need so pressed clothes
Oppressed woes

But the ironing board 
Remains at your place
I'll remember those...

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Some ladies enjoy riding on their brooms
All over the house, into all the rooms
Gran rode the ironing board
Only skis she could afford
Off she'd ride, before ironing resumes




Limerick Poetry Contest
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July 17, 2022
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