Office Hookers

[Sideways]

You must
be careful

how you hang your legs.
someone may notice the way
they drape over mine.


writing little doggerel verse like this is the equivalent in the Ironing World of pressing a small tea-towel, unchallenging and predictable, anyone can do it - you certainly do not need any talent as Myra has demonstrated. Simple folk will then gaze at the finished item and exclaim "how perfectly formed, how sweet". I am not anti-women generally but I think little puffs of nothing like Myra's poem sets our cause back hundreds of years. When she can speed-iron 3 duvets in 4 minutes, or write a thinking piece of substance, I might reappraise her "effort".

Sue

[Myra]

Dear Sue,

Lets look at the tea towel - you would have ironed, folded and stacked it in ~7 sec. That's good but not much fun.
Me, I'd take my time, even though it's small. I'd lie the piece on my table and gently unfold it, smoothing the creases out with fingertips. I'd apply steam first, not just heat. I'd not press willy nilly nope, instead I'd start with long gentle stokes to ease out the larger wrinkles and then move on to a firmer circular movement, pressing in more intently, straightening each indentation. I guarantee that although you will have finished more towels then me, my one towel will be finished with complete satisfaction and pleasure of my work.

Anyways Sue I'm sorry that you have lost the enjoyment of these small things, I guess that's what happens when you become a champion Ironer, you only see the medal. Enjoy your pleated skirts.

Myra

P.s. I was very sorry to hear about your recent disqualification in the Tokyo trials - I'm sure the judges shorts ending up on your table like that the night before was just, ahhhhm ... well, I'm sure that can happen accidentally, somehow.

[Sideways]

Dear Myra, my reference to ironing was what is technically called an "analogy". I was actually bemoaning your poem-lite writing. Is this really what we fought for- Tweedom of Expression?

Sue

[Myra]

I think you're having an identity crises G. or S.

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ohhhh you were bemoaning my poem?
ahhh, I didn't pick up on that

opps you're back to sue that's good. You don't make a believable Geoffrey.
Geoffrey has the ability to insult people without their knowledge, that takes a fair amount of subtlety. I doubt that you have often been accused of that.

[imaginary friend]

I'd lie the piece on my table and gently unfold it, smoothing the creases out with fingertips. I'd apply steam first, not just heat. I'd not press willy nilly nope, instead I'd start with long gentle stokes to ease out the larger wrinkles and then move on to a firmer circular movement, pressing in more intently,

Mmmmm... Myra, you give good smooth. (And you didn't even mention the temptation to smother Sue with the tea towel...)

Sue of The Big Iron on The Hip, remember: Little things mean a lot. (For E.G. aren't you thankful I don't submit poems here?)

[3010530027]

Dear Myra, my reference to ironing was what is technically called an "analogy". I was actually bemoaning your poem-lite writing. Is this really what we fought for- Tweedom of Expression?

Sue

Rude and unnecessary.


Alice

"I am not a number"

[Myra]

Mmmmm... Myra, you give good smooth. [/size]

Why yes I do I.F. thank you for noticing.
I like the anagram your initials form btw, what great possibilities.
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Dear Myra, my reference to ironing was what is technically called an "analogy". I was actually bemoaning your poem-lite writing. Is this really what we fought for- Tweedom of Expression?

Sue

Rude and unnecessary.


Alice

"I am not a number"

Sue's okay.
I like that she's not afraid to say whats on her mind. There was a point buried in her first response and the parody was a bit funny, especially to me, as when I was scrabbling for a new name, I almost called it John
I don't know; maybe she didn't like my analogue in response to hers, or perhaps she was teasing trying to get a rise, or maybe she likes playing cowboy. Riding her board, iron on hip protecting the forum from little twee office whores who try to pass common puff off as poems. It doesn't matter there will always be people who won't like you.
You can either take it to heart or you can have fun with it.