I'm finally back at the bus stop after a several-week absence. My word-hoard has been as empty as my wallet after Christmas. Today, however, I managed to scrape together enough poor coins for the fare.
This week, Muse Swings has set us the task of writing about the worst gift we ever received.
This poem, although written in the present tense, describes a gifting of many years ago.
Click on Muse Swing's link above for the original prompt and the links to other bus passengers. Have a go yourself, there's still time.
America, America, home of the brave and free
Land of milk and honey, and of opportunitee.
A land o'erflowing with good things, to see, to eat, to wear.
So what d'you think my mum-in-law has brought me back from there?
Has she brought me Wranglers, or Nikes at cost price?
Has she got a camera? A Walkman would be nice!
Perhaps some Hershey's Kisses, or some other candy sweet.
Just some little trinket, just some little treat.
Now, I know she's tried her hardest and this gift is kindly meant.
There are no hidden messages - to please is her intent.
So can anybody tell me, can someone make it clear
Why she's brought me back a dishcloth, when we HAVE THEM OVER HERE!