One washing line.
Four black socks.
Four days.
Forecast
for the next four days?
Four black socks.
One washing line.
Fine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha... you always loved washing lines Fran! I remember one you wrote about lovely linen on the line! I too, enjoy the aspect of pegging and bringing in! Lord knows why... must appeal to the domestic goddess in me! LOL! Great fun poem here. Enjoyed. HG: -) xx