Shook and wrung <br />It’s feathers thin <br />Hanging limp upon the line <br />It’s creases gathered at the hem <br />Cross stitched along the toe <br />It’s washed anew with ‘I love you’ <br />And bathed deep in gold <br />It’s robbed of any remedies <br />Waves over in the cold <br />It soon begins to tear and so <br />There is nothing they can do. <br />It was a lovely jumper; <br />It kept out the frigid cold <br />Dyed quite in scarlet <br />It was a rarity back then <br />And now it rots beneath my feet <br />Between the scarlet shrubbery.<br /><br />Pensive Phoenix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/terminal-5/
