A Simple Purple Plastic Peg Poem by Terence George Craddock

a peg has broken as I pegged washing on the line
old well used brittle it broke as I pegged washing out
it broke without warning in a moment instant in my hand
one of the oldest pegs I had left in memory well used
there were only four plastic purple pegs now only three
in time days to come a few more plastic may brittle brake
what is left colour deep blue white red yellow pegs dominant
then purple green dark blue plus a few other type survivors

like bright new marbles unused new pegs wait in a plastic bag
pale blue purple dark blue light green yellow pegs still wait
still new unneeded yet they cupboard wait in a single plastic bag
it is a simple daily ritual to hang out clothes wet from washing
on clothes lines neatly with pegs in multiple rainbow colours
under a clear blue sky or cloudy with scattered white clouds