| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 04/24/05 at 04:50 AM hahahaha! well, don't worry about the dreaded vacuum cleaner...under the couch cushions is the true treasure chest -- kids must love your house!!! |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 04/24/05 at 02:59 PM Laughing while reading this at the close-to-home similarity. Your mind amazes me in its perspective and what you can turn into works of art! [;0)~ |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/24/05 at 03:05 PM getting the vaccuum busy sounds like an adventure and a moment of reckoning here, of which I'm well familiar. Whose world beneath the couches and their cushions can't speak of many stories? Interesting and fun. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/27/05 at 06:49 PM The supreme being sucks? - long live the king of domestic appliances :) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/28/05 at 04:20 AM Sounds like it is a whackum you use. Fun poem Chris. I have to leave the house when a vacuum
is used, I am allergic to the house dust one kicks up....Charlie |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/01/05 at 01:21 PM Fun read, this ironic take on life. Humorous, with a serious ending line. |
| Posted by Rebecca Andre on 07/08/07 at 05:01 AM heee! *grins* wonderful. good to know others are as unconcerned with the little crumbies as i am!=) |
