Hot as hell in Jaipur,
Outside, under a tree,
This man busily irons,
And is paid in an Indian rupee.
And if it isn't hot enough,
His iron has charcoal heat,
But he smiles and keeps on working,
His handiwork nice and neat.
Thankfully, my wardrobe,
for the most part, wash and wear,
leaves me without a care.
How impressive. May time and life continue to treat him kind. I used to earn my first pocket money at age 15 ironing clothes.
ReplyDeleteHe always has a smile on his face and a hello for me. I HATE ironing.
DeleteCarmen Electra...
ReplyDeleteLoved your 55!!!
It's so good to see old friends.
Thanks for remembering us on Friday
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
You've lost none of your old spunk. Even ICU
Deleteand a few Nurse Ratchets couldn't change you!
I still remember this charcoal iron, we used this also when I was younger.
ReplyDeleteI have four antique irons but never used or saw a charcoal one.
DeleteEvery family used this before.
ReplyDeleteBut my mother used a smaller one.
This one looks so heavy...perhaps a smaller one wouldn't be so bad...but I hated ironing, period. I still do. I love the modern fabric that really doesn't need it.
DeleteI am so happy to see that you are traveling! Thank you for the wonderful pictures and 55! Have you a great weekend! hugs shakira
ReplyDeleteMine is here
He deserves a gold medal!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem.
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