I Hate Ironing

I hate ironing, ironing I hate
I hate it morning, I hate it late
I hate it steady, I hate it strong
yet I own an iron, that is all wrong

I throw it out the window
now the window is gone
and the wind blows strong


as for the iron, it hit the postman
he’s got it all wrong, thinks it’s him that I hate


no, I hate ironing, ironing I hate
I hate it morning, I hate it late
I hate it steady, I hate it strong
yet I owned an iron, that was all wrong

I threw it out the window
now the window is gone
and the wind blows strong

and the postman is irate
he thinks it’s him
and the bills that he brings
that I hate

he throws the iron in the window
the window that’s gone

so again I own an iron

but no window

while the wind blows strong


hmmm,
perhaps better to donate the iron
to some worthy organization
not throw it once more out the window

Elsa
Novmeber 5, 2018

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I HATE IRONING.
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