Reap What You Sew
White taffeta, pink lace, some
mesh & fine linen
Two spools of pink thread
Maybe throw in some ninon.
A little of this and a little of that
Not sure if Iíll make a hat or a mat.
Now I linger here at my sewing machine table
Though it wobbles a bit and isnít that stable.
So I drop what Iím doing to go to the garage
Realizing my muscles ache; might need a massage.
Grabbed my hammer, some wood, and pocket of nails
And yes, I grabbed some meds for my ails.
After the meds take affect I think Iíll be fine,
But just in case, grabbed a bottle of wine.
With all in my arms, I headed back up the stairs
Needed to finish making my wears.
With hammer in hand I drove in one nail
Heard thunder outside; with rain and large hail
Jumped from my table in such of a flash
Dropped my bottle of wine and it made quite a splash.
Shutting my window so the rain wonít get in
Oh, but my head; itís starting to spin.
I staired at the mess all over the place
It stained the fine linen, and even the lace.
Cleaned up my spills and most of the stains
But on the linen and lace, still some remains.
Picked up the taffeta, and what did I see?
It was nailed to the table, how could this be?
After posting my "Reap What You Sow" poem on the www.Poets.com website and getting a " not- so -nice review",
because I'd made the horrible misspelling of the word Sow for Sew, I was inspired to write this poem.
Copyright © Sydell R. Linsicombe
May 12, 2005