Ode to a Clothesline

Ode to a Clothesline

Oh you old fashioned, out of date contrivance for drying clothes

Freshly washed laundry, hung with cute little wooden pins, 

On the line to dry in the wind.

Tall (actually, a little shorter please, I am short and squatty) and strong,

Standing there in my dreams, with the laundry being scented with

Cool, fresh breezes.

Oh how I wish my beloved would make me a clothesline

Instead he whines about the dampness of the sheets

As he crawls between.

The clothes are in the way, laying flat on the bed to dry

So they will not shrink, or get out of shape,

And have to be replaced.

A clothesline in its simplistic beauty, is so useful,

And frugal, saving money that would be spent on

Propane by drying the clothes in a mechanical device

Reducing our dependence on foreign oil ; ) (for those who

like politically correct poetry, that is for you, I care not)

Making the clothes dryer last longer and sing fewer songs.

Clothesline, you are so beautiful to me.

Clothesline, of my dreams, beautiful laundry swaying in the breeze.

Clothesline, oh how I wish you were mine.

Clothesline!