Graft me to a garlic bulb
So I can be the first one up in Spring
Aroma for a fine cuisine
Tastier than soupine
And when the season’s over and done
Hang me from the rafter
So I can be saved away
To remember Summer’s sway.
Tag: hang
Clothes Line (day 623)
Take care not to hang my good shirts up on the wire
With the crease cutting the top half from the bottom
The way you leave it out on the line all day
One half gets sun-bleached, and that don’t ever go away
This bothers me when I’m trying to be professional
Giving off an air of respectability
A man has got to uphold certain fashion statements after all
If he wants to indeed be called a man
You can understand this simple request, right mom?
This isn’t to much to ask is it?