Miss Went has a laundry disaster. |
Ann Went left an ink pen in her coat pocket; (funny how fast a pen can disappear.) Ann then discovered that ink has a power; it was the start of a laundry nightmare. The shade of each pillowcase mirrored the sky; blue was the blouse Ann had put in as white; Ann went on pulling out clothes from the washer, feeling her faux pas was nary too bright. Went was amazed at the inky dispersal; O such a color change from a lone Bic! She tried to justify her oversight, but in the end turquoise sheets made her sick. But it wasn’t just ink that stuck in Ann’s craw; the ink pen itself became as a punch. Her panties were laced with a number of holes-- it was like they were silk fodder for lunch. Ink Pens and the Maytag don’t mix well, she thought; yet rumination caused Went further woe. Ann went on paying heed to her lost whites, sighing at Downy while feeling quite low. Tube socks made blue with Joe Boxer indignant; erstwhile white towels cyan at both ends. Went pursed her lips and made mental resolve; Ann vowed to never again pocket pens. 24 Lines Writer’s Cramp June 17, 2014 Requirement: --use “laundry nightmare” in piece. |