at the clothesline <br />is hung the fun <br />of the whole family <br /> <br />when heaven <br />affords a blessing - <br />a breeze - <br />the clothesline <br />leads the way <br />for the whole family <br />to strut, boggie <br /> <br />sister's lace shawl <br />goes up in a straight line <br />turns hand of wind <br />flutters up, down <br />a choreographer <br />pointing out <br />the way to swing <br />with hands, legs <br />and enviable physique <br /> <br />brother's new jeans <br />well, like him refuses to <br />go unnoticed <br /> <br />though pegged - <br />as is mom controlled - <br />left, right, right, left <br />the leggy pant turns <br />one leg ultimately gets <br />stucked to the line <br /> <br />if only they have <br />taken off the tack <br />it (the pant) would have <br />flown right next door, into <br />the heart of his fancied girl <br /> <br />dad's tie does a non stop <br />flight, like his inspired mind <br />never at a moment, stops working <br /> <br />mom's long skirt, it swings <br />in the most gracious fashion <br />as if it owns the whole field <br /> <br />and the bras, wow, <br />do they look obscene? <br />not at all, innocently, they fly <br />a ballet dancer's frilly skirt twirls <br /> <br />granny too joins <br />in the fiesta of colours, <br />shape and style <br />her blouse with <br />its heavy pads <br />maintains an edge like her <br />firm, strong and <br />unperturbed by the <br />thermal circus going round her<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-clothesline/
