Create an epic poem about the most mundane article of clothing you own.

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Submitted by Ben Rimes

There are 9 written responses to this assignment.

When I grow up

Written by Katy Chase on June 14, 2013 5:43 pm
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When I grow up I’d like to be taller…

I am a Creepy Doll With Creepy Ribbons Who Cannot do Anything But Be a Creepy Arse Creep

Written by @iamTalkyTina on June 14, 2013 4:15 pm
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I have some Little Ribbons,
I wear them in my hair.
They keeps my locks all pretty,
I actually have a pair.

But when they get all curly,
From all that daily wear,
To keep them neat and tidy.
I stretch them on the stair.

Love and Hate

Written by Viv Rolfe on June 13, 2013 6:18 am
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Oh piercing wire, with clasps and lace,
Digs my flesh and does deface
With sores and grooves.
I tolerate you with good grace,
And go about my daily life
With a smile upon my face.

You perpetrator of inequality
The work success that was defied me.
That interview!
My eyes he never did see!
Your clasps and chains
That shaped and betrayed me.

Yet there were tales to behold!
If you could speak and stories told
Of romance and intrigue, and wild affairs.
Involving diamonds and gold!
You illustrious goddess
Of new tales yet to unfold.

Oh ancient garment.
You should into the rubbish be thrown.
But we have travelled too far
And together grown.
And new clasps I have sown.
The bra that launched ten thousand days.

(Love ’em. Hate ’em. We can’t do without ’em).

My Black Belt

Written by @seanplacchetti on June 13, 2013 5:22 am
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Sing to me, O Muses,
So that I may tell a story
of a hero, of war and love.

My belt, the black one, holds
All that is below my, waist, for
that is what the gods deemed.

Into and out of portals, whether
supine or crouched, my belt, the
one with the metal clip, held fast.

Ode to The Blue Rubber Boots

Written by Cris Crissman @Cris2B on June 12, 2013 11:27 pm
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The garden muses call to me
“It’s time to plant.” “Time to grow.”
My blue rubber boots heed the call.
They serve me well. From heel to toe.

My Under Armour T-Shirt

Written by Mark Christiansen @mchris008 on June 12, 2013 11:06 pm
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So soft and strong
A cut above the rest
I’ve had you for so long,
For you’re one of the best,
You’re athletic,
And cool,
Made from synthetic,
Considered a sports tool,
What would I do,
On the field,
If it wasn’t for you,
My t-shirt, my shield.

Red Hooded Sweatshirt

Written by Wesley Roberts on June 12, 2013 9:54 pm
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My favorite sweatshirt
Only so much can be said
A friendship so strong
So red in hue
Serving as a protective guardian
Against weather and days of poor attire
Shielding others from yesterdays dirty t-shirt
Whilst it serves me so
It is rewarded, rarely, but so
A bath, and a warm tumble
That bright hue vibrant yet again
My favorite sweatshirt
My friend and protector

Danger afoot

Written by karenatsharon on June 12, 2013 2:44 pm
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Soiled, abused and battered,
Still we have struggled valiantly.
To finish, though flaps and gussets, gnarled and knotted
Stand in the way of our turn
We know the task is beyond our small abilities.
There is no room for failure
For the fate of the world hangs on our very grafting, flapping breath
Supplicants, we raise, in a pantheon chorus
Our voices to the sky!
Though the goddesses have deserted us in our hour of need
We continue to evoke her names as a safe guard against evil.
“Hygieia, Hygieia, in your name grant us the privilege of purity, cleanliness and softness!
Though we try our best, we fall into the trap of succumbing to the crime of becoming odoriferous.
Mokosh aid us in our task of remaining paired throughout eternity and to remain whole!”
And if our pleas fall upon deaf ears
May the mending of us make us stronger.
Through twists and turns, we will not flee!
Though we are fleet of foot, heel and leg
Though you may cuff us and spear us with darting needles!
We stand our ground
Relentless of spirit
Though alone, we are always mated
Defying all who try to part us
Though we may be washed upon the shore
And tumbled most dreadfully
In the unrelenting heat of the dry desert
Until our minds do not know
Whether we are in the sky or in hell
We stand together.
And then, most piteously,
Once we have recovered from our ordeal
We discover, to our shock and horror,
We have been ripped forever from our mate
And have been sentenced to suffer
The fate of aloneness
Discarded as unworthy,
To enter into the Underworld of our lives,
Forgotten and discarded.

A Tribute to Beige Bras

Written by Katy Chase on June 12, 2013 2:19 pm
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Beige bras

They tend to get dingy

The longer you wear them

The looser they get


I think I should swap it

but they are so comfy

I think, no not just yet!

My tribute to the most reliable and mundane clothing item I have. Hang in there beige bra!

Also a tribute to a song we used to sing in the Girl Scouts about black socks. My creativity was rather low today.