HOUSEPROUD

 

HOUSEPROUD

Josie was awfully proud of her home

so everyone took off their shoes

at the door, though the smell of their socks

was a downside of her houseproud rules.

After one party her guests had all gone

and she tidied the hallway, to find

that a pair of red boots with white fur round the top

had mistakenly been left behind.

Then a jolly, fat man with a big, booming voice

appeared from the garden out back:

‘I’m afraid I’ve forgotten to put on my boots

and I wonder – have you seen my sack?’

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Failing inspiration for a regular story, I dashed off a ten-minute seasonal poem this week, prompted by Ted Strutz's photo - if this is his hallway, he must have a large family!

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and Happy Hanukka to my friends, especially to those who celebrate it.