Edit 2: Pillow Case (Swear word involved!)

[Mopkins]

Fighting fabric that never fits,

never my idea for a fun filled Saturday morning. (hmmm never-never??? maybe friday not saturday for more ffff's????)



The sun streaming through the open window (sash to replace window adds ssses)

as the ice cream van chimes

and children demand change,

their X Box left unattended,

if only for a moment.



Tugging, twisting, turning,

feathers fluttering,

marshmellow moments (marshmallow - or is mellow intended?)

trying desperately to escape (yawn desperately to escape)

this secluded space

they should call home.



This was said to be simple,

but like a Mary Berry recipe

that offers so much with so little effort,

nothing is ever quite as simple as it seems

as the potatoes burn & the soufflé

is not as firm as we would like.



Finally, the material slithers into position, (maybe magically not finally for extra chimes)

a strange sense of satisfaction

simply premature relief

as the realisation hits,

there has been a casualty of war,

torn at the seams

you inwardly scream

"is their a Doctor in the house?" (sp there - super ssses sprinkled stanza)


good stuff cant stuff a pillow in a pillowcase either like it good stuff