The Washing Monster Poem by Stevie Taite
The Washing Monster
The washing monster
How it grows
It's fed well
On our dirty clothes
Relentlessly
We do attack
But by the next day
It's grown back
He has a friend
That's equally vile
It calls itself
The ironing pile
Nice one Stevie, though my thoughts on ironing are completely different: See my poem 'Ironing'
You do well with poems dealing with things related to our life. Very Good Stevie
Oh can't we all just identify with this! ! It never ends does it. Very good Stevie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 1:31:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hahah, , , , your poems are different and i love them, , , ,