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Big Iron

Big Iron

A Chapter by Dave Brown
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A Maid from the lone prairie

With the big iron on her hip

The only thing she had to fear

Was any kind of unfortunate slip

 ...…………….Any unfortunate slip

 

She came early to the laundromat

Keenly listening for that certain sound

When the dryer’s tumble cycle

Had finally finished its last round

..……………..finished its last round

 

In the dryer, in its last tumble

Was a newish garment, colored pure red

And she aimed to use the big iron on it

After she had finished getting fed

.....………………Finished getting fed   

 

Cuz she was really very hungry

And anxious to have a good breakfast meal    

And she’d do her ironing right after  

She had dealt with that breakfast deal

....…….…………………That breakfast deal

 

Unable to fit into her old garment anymore

She recalled, while displaying a frown

Last shopping trip, she’d bought a larger 24

Now to iron it, she lay that garment down

.....……………………..Lay that garment down

 

Twenty times she’d started her ironing

Twenty times she’d had a whoopsie slip

Cramming and jamming each time, but

This time she’d use, the big iron on her hip

......………………………………Big iron on her hip

 

Today was the day, ‘to coin an old cliché’

‘To put up or shut up’ like a real ironing chic

Which people round said, when it happened

Her finished job had been like so too sick

..........................Been like so too sick

Having successively used, the big iron on her hip

.....................................Big iron on her hip

 

 



© 2021 Dave Brown


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Clearly you've leaped the moon, escaped gravity, and curdled the milky way on your way beyond the cosmos while writing this one. This is a bit of a new twist for you, sounding lyrical & reading like a song. But the t***y-twister is "big iron" . . . thinking about "packing heat" thru most of the poem & finally we get a surprising visual of a big iron for pressing clothes (I hate to slam you, old boy, but does anyone iron anything anymore? UR dating URself!) . . . this is truly the biggest baddest butt-klicking twist I've seen anyone pull off in my 6 years here at the cafe. Your wildest imagination took this one in for a surprise landing nicely smooth despite inclement weather (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Months Ago


Dave Brown

4 Months Ago

Haha
I have had that song rattling around in my head for the last two weeks and somehow I had.. read more
barleygirl

4 Months Ago

We still stand at a parched 1.5 inches since last spring. We had a "storm" but it didn't even regist.. read more
Dave Brown

4 Months Ago

crazy .
ouch! but you know I could use some flatter abs this reminds me of a surgeon friend of mine that said he can't eat bacon anymore because when he cauterized wounds it always smelled like bacon I wonder of she had bacon for breakfast?

Posted 4 Months Ago


Dave Brown

4 Months Ago

That is too funny bunny
I've had that tune continually rattling around in my head and this is the unfortunate result

Posted 4 Months Ago


I seem to recall a song from years ago about an Arizona Ranger "with a big iron on his hip." My impression is that the old girl in this ballad got really fed up with her ironing mistakes and in a moment of frustration blew away either the garment or herself. Can't figure out which.

Posted 4 Months Ago



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