Click here for Michael’s challenge:
This week write your response to the word ‘shirt’. They are things we all wear in one way or another.
Sometimes you’ll hear said: ‘He would give you the shirt off his back’.
Do you have a favourite shirt you wear for special occasions? Imagine the stories it might tell.
Go where the prompt leads you and have fun.
Buttons of every colour,
Size and shape, and holes
Twos and fours or mushrooms,
Lay hidden in the folds.
Mum had always loved them,
Would save them from an old shirt,
Put them on baby matinee coats,
Or extra to hold up her skirt.
Dad would often hug her
And cheekily give her a kiss
Then handing over a button
Say ‘Sew a shirt on this.’
If ever we were naughty,
She’d tell us to button our lip
Amidst threats of the alternative
Of putting in a zip!
I wrote this poem 2 years ago for another prompt about buttons.
Regular readers will know I hate sewing and Hubby is King of the needle, thread and sewing machine.
These days he doesn’t wear shirts, which is a relief as I don’t have to iron them. Mind you, I never did them ‘quite so’ as being ex-forces, there was a standard, so we agreed that I’d do most of the ironing, but trousers and shirts were his department.
We have no ironing board now, and the iron is collecting dust in the cupboard as the nice thing about T-shirts is if you fold them neatly when they come out of the dryer or off the line, there’s no need to press. Naturally there is always an exception to the rule, but when you’re wearing that under a jumper, who’s to notice?