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Poetry: Ironing

by Gary Maclean

Created on: April 18, 2008

Ironing

Gonna match me some socks
And polish my shoes
Shine up my belt
Get rid of my "no job" blues

Gonna walk them streets
Lookin' like a winner
Gonna find someone who wants
A real mule skinner

Gotta brush my teeth
And wash my hair
Scrub up all over
Act like I care

Now I need to iron me a shirt
Iron me some britches
Get me some of those nice ones
Not the ones what itches

Iron me a shirt?
How do I do that?
How do I use this thing?
What's an ironing mat?

What do I do with the pants legs?
How do I get the crease so sharp?
Does this thing ever get hot?
Oh man, how am I ever gonna start?

Wait a minute here
What's this I read?
Permanent press, do not iron
They heard me plead.

Thought I was done for
Thought I was in a real mess
Now all I gotta say is
God bless perma press.

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