A Sheet-y Crime
Oh, fitted sheet
You are a thief
A sock stuck in your pocket
I shook you out, and roughed you up
But there’s another name on the docket
Your accomplice, Static Cling
Helped you hide and lock it
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Ha
I love that in the midst of all our serious words, there is always room for the whimsical poem, and the sheet thief.
Kevin
Thank you!
So much fun to read this today! I will be suspicious of my fitted sheets from now on!
☺️ Thanks!
folded such yesterday and found a dryer ball–love the way you took my tiny adventure and made it sing.
Those fitted sheets are always pocketing things they shouldn’t! Thank you for your compliment.
Ah, relatable. Thank you.