Her Munching Mumbling Machine
peculiar, her poetry personified
objects like a washing machine
in ways that signified a measure
of startling creativity and hilarity
she considered reading as a pastime,
a precious one, not pitiful penance,
in her poetry, her pen patted her paper
like a chum, and her washing machine
was a laundry, lonely lad who muttered,
mattered, burped as he munched a range
of grey garments rammed into his mouth
by her weary mom every Friday afternoon!
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