Her Rest Room

14 Feb

It is time once again for a couple more poems from my book My Ignored Hamper and other Bathroom Poetry.

  I hope you enjoy them!

Her Rest Room

 

Her little ones play on the floor

Just outside the bathroom door

One minute of quiet

Two minutes of peace

She could hold it no longer

The urge had grown stronger

One minute of quiet

Two minutes of peace

As she pats her hands dry

She thinks with a sigh

One minute of quiet

Two minutes of peace

 

 

Sleep-over Blues

 

With music up loud

‘Round the mirror they crowd

“That look is a winner”

“I wish I were thinner”

“There’s this really cute boy”

“He treats girls like they’re toys”

It’s Saturday night

They share the spotlight

In their fifth outfit

And wouldn’t you know it

The bathroom is crowded

“It’s here!” someone shouted

The pizza devoured

They’re now soda powered

Six girls in a bathroom

All trying out perfume

“Should we pop in a movie?”

“Let’s make-over Suzie!”

And so it continues

Dad’s sleep-over blues

 

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I’m hoping to get this group of poems formatted and onto Amazon by the first week of March.  Heh.  Fingers crossed.

Please let me know what you think of these two poems.

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To read the other poems I have posted on this blog you can go Here and Here.

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5 Responses to “Her Rest Room”

  1. jessmittens February 14, 2013 at 10:28 pm #

    I really enjoyed these! Sometimes with poetry I’ll start reading and be bored so stop (because I’m that kind of un-poetry person) but I read all of the lines with a smile.

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    • rosedandrea February 18, 2013 at 12:46 am #

      I’m glad you liked them, Jess! Thanks for commenting.

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  2. ReGi McClain February 15, 2013 at 1:25 pm #

    While I myself have not experienced the bathroom as a place of peace since having children, my mom did that frequently. Only, she’d take a book and pretend she needed an hour. Brought back memories of potty-dancing in the hallway. 🙂

    Sleep-over blues is funny. I can picture the poor dad wondering if he’ll ever be able to use the bathroom without smelling estrogen again.

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    • rosedandrea February 18, 2013 at 12:56 am #

      I occasionally have to do the potty dance because the bathroom is being used as a reading room. Thankfully the second bathroom is at a stage of remodel where we can at least go pee without messing things up. 🙂

      My poor dad has so much patience. He raised 4 daughters, and most of the houses we lived in only had one bathroom. lol

      Thanks for commenting!

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