Washer >
Uh!
Such an awful puke smell
Worse than salted fish
That pair of black socks
Ended in net box socks
For a week
Sometimes more than a week
Oh no!
Its puke smell is
Worse than salted fish
Unbearable
My poor nose
But I have to endure
I should endure
To fulfill my responsibility
Months pass
A year pass
Me >
One day
Sniff! Sniff!
Salted fish?
Worse than salted fish
Searching its source
Following the puke smell
Leading me into the kitchen
In between kitchen and bathroom
Such an awful smell
Flying from the net box
For putting socks
A pair of black socks
Oh! It’s my husband’s socks
Washer >
Confess the low frequency to wash
A pair of my husband’s socks
Worse than salted fish
Me >
Should have told me earlier
Immediately tell my hubby to daily wash his
Pair of socks by putting into
That net box socks
But it fall into deaf ears
Conclude to helper to daily collect his socks
Two days pass by
One night explain the killing puke smell
Days pass by with daily socks collection
One day
He drops his own socks
Relieved
Inspiration On: Friday, 23 August 2013 at 11:12pm
Inspiration On: Saturday, 24 August 2013 at 9:11am
Finally, today is the first day my husband takes out his socks and drops it into its washing box. But my happiness was only last for one day.
Yoshiko 