The utility room was where you'd find
all manner of useful, practical things,
like shovels and salt and hammers,
screwdrivers, pliers and paint.
For the man of the house,
it was the house centre.
For some who lived there,
it was just a place
where you cleaned your boots
or suffered the consequences.
A contest entry
- Contest Best Prewrites From March 2009 by amaranthine lover.
1400 points, ended April 22, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pick a word - Write a poem in 10 LINES or Less (U) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended April 17, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what's your opinion of this?
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18.8/25
A nice little piece, thanks for entering -
Sounds like my garage. I'm a bit scared of it to be honest. Something is always falling on me or near me in there. Nice job here.
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Nice job. I liked your take on this poem. I can remember places like that. I grew up on a farm so it was either the attached garage or the tool shed.
Mike
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Great places!
but I think I was always a bit in awe of them. They didn't teach girls to use the tools back then.
Thanks for your comments.
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a good piece, good straightforward thinking then the little twist at the end where the boss of the house makes it known, no muck here please.
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In these lines you can see so much detail about the household - about the environment and the people who live in it. Well done.
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I really like this. Nice use of the word. Good luck in the contest!
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