A frenzy of cleaning seized Margaret
Kids be damned; spick and span was her target
So she scrubbed, swept and mopped
And never slept ‘til she dropped
Into a small heap of dust on the carpet
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EJ Ferguson
EJ Ferguson is a UK-based writer and occasional poet. She holds a BA in Creative Writing from University of South Wales, and is perpetually working on a debut novel. She is often found buried beneath soft blankets and two enormous cats.
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Very funny--and so true!
Isn't that the rub? You can clean non-stop and never be done, lol. Great one!
Been there. Great one. lol