a dear bosom friend
for so many reasons.
Burglars would never look
inside of you
to find buried treasures,
diamond jewels and other gems,
gold coins too
are safe within your strands
when you’re stuck with needles,
masquerading as a pincushion
in our sewing baskets.
We throw you at a husband
instead of a rolling pin,
then tie you softly on a
child’s wrist,
and gently reign him in.
You make our cats go crazy,
a fun little ball
children don’t find
useless, but
bounce you on the floor.
Tomato stakes,
stand up straight, and
people pay attention
when they see you
as toilet paper
hanging from a tree.
Imagine a mummy
without its wrap,
be the same
if bandages could not dangle
dragging in the dirt.
What better use then as a hat
a fashion statement for our head,
or woven into a rug,
we could use you by our beds.
If we were lost in Kernersville,
just unravel and leave us a trail,
or we’ll send you to
Cleveland
after all their pitcher needs a better ball.
A fine wig you would make, but we’d be
sadden and heart broken had Rapunzel used you
for a ladder
instead of
her hair.
The future is yours
to delight,
we agree,
you could
swaddle a baby,
or make
a fine decoration for
our Christmas Tree.
Add eyes, ears, nose,
and a mouth,
and you are a raggedy doll,
Old St Nick would be proud.
of a duck
cut off its head,
in boiled water dip,
hang you on a rod
feathers fall off with a sneeze,
then stuff it and truss it,
our dinner is
a breeze.
We’ll keep you inside
during the long winter months
to stay warm, less you freeze.
Then we’ll
wash you,
rewrap you and
use you for our spring cleaning,
windows,
dust, mop
and wipe up spills.
Tie up our summer flowers
turn them
upside down,
savor their aroma
for later in the fall.
Starched and laid out
on a stretcher
and framed,
you await as a canvas
for an artist to paint.
you are certainly not dull,
beauty is in the eye of
the ball holder,
after all.
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