Writing

A poem

Smelly Socks and Garden Peas

It was national poetry day yesterday so I wrote this at 10pm.

Sitting waiting for the washer to finish it’s final spin
So I can move things to the drier
Or the kids won’t have clean jumpers tomorrow
And I can go to bed.

That’s a poem right? Close enough.

Published by Smelly Socks and Garden Peas

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