Letting off steam...
Ironing
Ironing is a solitary job
When no-one is about.
So why not take advantage
To press the creases out?
No-one will get wind of it,
They only want things pressed.
So all aboard, full steam ahead,
And let them guess the rest.
Spider, Spider on the web
Weave me some words, I said.
Spin me a yarn
Drop me a line
Or tickle me with your thread.
Poems by PenPal BrenPal
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