Now to climb our pixillated hill
Drunk with love we sweetly have our say
Words that evaporate on the wind
As our parlour waits for cleaning way
Pots and pans in kitchen shining
Next dishes needing washing time
Soap bubbles soundless fly in the air
As you pledge your daily chores to mine
Under stairs Hoover silently awaits
Plight we the duster to a happy sing
Your feet and mine step oh so very light
Dust and dirt disappear on gilded wings
Once more together hands entwined
Of housework now we've had our fill
Our tasks now gone we turn to joy
Have drinks galore back up our hill
Author notes
A tribute to the rhyme and rhythmic skills of Zero the Hero
A contest entry
- Contest Let's Try this Again 3800pts by SpydurPoet.
3800 points, ended September 16, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feel free.
Comments
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I love the title. Beautiful imagery in this. Stunning poem. I love the Hoover line.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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