Introduction

This poem I jumped out of bed to write as I settled down to sleep looking at a whole heap of ironing in the corner.

This is one of the many poems available in our newly published book "Big Purple Undies" an hysterical look at women's lives in verse available at Dymocks bookstore WA Australia or through our website www.bigpurpleundies.com

How I Wish There Was An Ironing Fairy

How I wish there was an ironing Fairy,
Who appeared when given the sign.
Like the basket spilling over,
And the voices starting to whine.

Mom, is my blue shirt ironed?
Those trousers could sure use a pleat.
He starts to iron like crazy,
With vigour he turns up the heat.

Yes, the fairy would indeed be a male
Dressed in a full tutu with glitters and stars
As I'm stretched out watching "Oprah"
He'd be ironing my knickers and bras

He's finished and he's worked like crazy,
You can hardly see him for steam.
When suddenly I awake from my slumber
And realise it's all been a dream.....

Copyright; Suzanne Kelman
Web Site: http://www.bigpurpleundies.com