Monday, April 29, 2013

It's All Go


Fallout

After the party once the guests leave,
the workers then set to and roll up their sleeves -
scrubbing the dishes or scraping the plates -
all of them in a row, next to their mates.
The washing up water sends up clouds of steam
and the washer-up wishes this was just a dream!


This week's Mag shows an illustration by Helen Ward, and I've played with a detail from it here, with thanks to the original artist and to Tess...and come next Friday, it will be fit for G-Man, as, including the title, it reaches the magic 55 number!
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10 comments:

  1. BerowneApril 29, 2013 at 11:08 AM

    Inventive, smart and quite well written.

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  2. jabblogApril 29, 2013 at 12:36 PM

    How true!

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  3. Doctor FTSEApril 29, 2013 at 7:31 PM

    Number 29 already. But you're far from running out of steam!

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  4. LynApril 29, 2013 at 9:48 PM

    So intrigued by your adjustment to the illustration...like the way you fiddle!

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  5. Silent Otto April 30, 2013 at 1:45 PM

    Washing up has its own dismal camaraderie !, cheers Jinksy . The death of dinner gives rise to the birth of the dirty dishes and the realm of washing up

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  6. Tess KincaidApril 30, 2013 at 5:16 PM

    Love when they clean up after themselves...

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  7. IntelliblogApril 30, 2013 at 10:40 PM

    Ah, yes, the dreaded clean-up after the party! Love the poem and the creative cropping.

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  8. HarveeMay 1, 2013 at 3:01 PM

    I always enjoy your rhymes!

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  9. AnonymousMay 2, 2013 at 4:20 AM

    Creative and well written.

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  10. ~T~May 3, 2013 at 5:33 PM

    Oh, those wishy-washers...

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