Talking to the wind
I washed your jumper;
You wore it well.
When you arrived
It fit you still.
I washed your jumper,
It shrunk a bit.
You spilled your wine
All over it!
I washed your jumper;
You sit and scowl;
” It’s tight and woolly.
It feels like felt!”
I washed your jumper;
Get over it!
The wine is gone,
You ungrateful git!
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