Â Darn the clothes, she saysâ€¦.and when will I be free to deal with my own holes? Nowadays, it seems the entire world is filled with holes. Well, I best get to it!
Â Oh, the needle pricks I suffer, all for the sake of this woman. But life is filled with busyness, so why the worry of this simple task?
Â I may as well add the menu to my duties, too. Just wait! Humph! Now donâ€™t boil over like one of your pots of broth! You know how this household runs.
Â First, thereâ€™s the morning rustle of dawn like silk petticoats. Then, the cat stretches upon my lap for petting. It is when I get up from my place that she goes sulking off to her own corner. Youâ€™d think she had been slapped, or something. Why hasnâ€™t she learned by now, I have my own needs?
Â Then, itâ€™s off to the daily grind. I must make the money, you know. Fittings and pin tucks all day long, while listening to women complain about their complicated lives. The husbands are only sad-sack moneybags. Its good my wife doesnâ€™t come to the shop!
Â Dinner is always served with all the pomp of a wet dishrag; all wrung out to dry. Afterwards, I retire to smoke and read the evening paper. That is when she finds time to interrupt. She drops in on me like a fallen cigar.
Â Darn, the suits with holes!
*Rigorous critique welcome
Sunday Gather Writing Essential Â Our poetry device of the week is...The Simile!
Prose: Â Write a short story (1000 words or less, please) written as a dramatic monologue
Poetry: Â Write a poem with at least one simile in it. Â Any style you please. Â Try to come up with something lively and original.