'What is she wearing tonight my friend! 'How the hell do I know
I am always at the end, it's just my luck when she buys something
new, I get shoved to the end of the queue.It's all right for you my
friends you get a weekly check, but poor old me has to hang in
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I am thinking of a coat hanger hanging herself. An elegy. A tragic demise of a hanging naked coat hanger.
I must admit I've got a pretty motley 'crew' of coathangers, some are even stuck together with sticking plasters, and that's the truth. I suppose I shall have to start feeling sorry for them now I've read this. Lovely. Love Ernestine XXX
Indeed they have, The way you have humanised a simple house hold item, we feeling so sorry for it, now this is talent! Love to you Sis Love Duncan X
The ability to give animated life to an inanimate object- (in verse) ...is a gift and Sylvia, you do it so well. This poem is hilarious. Your imagination is as huge as the Universe, itself. A true fan, Deanna xx ..
This really tickled me Sylvie, keep them coming.10/10. Keep in touch by email, Lisax
A true Sylvia Spencer original. Written with style, warmth and wit. I love it! Warm regards, Sandra
Well I'd pull you out into a circle, tie sprigs of spruce and holly all around you, stick on a few red berries and a silver ball or two, and hang you on my door to celebrate your birthday! Nicely written, as always, Sylvia, and so original.... Love, Fran xx
Not to mention the ones that get cut open, have a hot dog stuck on their ends and get STUCK IN THE FIRE! ! ! ! ! Funny write, Rosie!
Sylvia...It's not everyone who can give a coat hanger life, but you certainly did! ! Well done! Hugs, Dee