Ironing Bored

I used to love ironing (sad but true). Now however the novelty has gone and I put it off. I have to get angry to do it now. Say no more.

Well I am now fully steamed up and done. My hair looks like I've been in the rain-forest or fully frizzed like a walk in the fog.

I thought I'd share this poem I wrote. It was from the section observing the everyday I think. I love observing and thinking. Sometimes putting things in written form can be quite fun and freeing.

Part-Baked

A cake of ironing

That came out perfect.

Washing baked by the sun.

Left for a week;

To prove

I had done the chore.