Pillow Talk

Sandy Schott wrote this poem for her cousin Corine on the occasion of washing her torn pillow in the washing machine. Enjoy!

Pillow Talk

Feathers, feathers everywhere

 and not a duck in sight.

Little did she know that day

What soon would be her plight.

The pillow case was old

But it could easily be repaired,

It really needed to be washed though,

 Not just put outside and aired. 

“It’s a waste of soap and water

For me to wash one thing

So I’ll throw some towels in with it”,

She said with a SMILE AND A fling.

Later, when the lid was lifted

She found, with deep chagrin,

Not only a pillow & towels, but

Wet  feathers were within!

Outside she went

Towels and feathers in hand

“I’ll let the wind take them

Won’t that be grand”?!

“Fly, feathers, fly

Your free to toss and to twirl”!

 “We don’t want them”, replied the wind,

“Your on your own, old girl”!

As some settled on the ground

She was hoping for the best

“Maybe the birds will want them,

To use them for their nest”!

The next day it was spotted,

One did escape from the ground,

On a tree limb was a loner,

Happy to be just hanging around!

 

Feathers, feathers, everywhere

And not a duck in sight.

Trust not to wash your down filled pillow

Or this could be Your  plight!

For Corinne - from SANDY  2009