Ode to a Jacket

Poor jacket.

You spent the days alone.

Left behind.

Abandoned.

All the other jackets were gone without you, sliding down hills, going on adventures with Grandma and Grandpa, leaving you behind.

It was a quiet 3 days.

I felt sorry for you.

Hanging there.

All alone.

Maybe on the next trip, you’ll be chosen.

Poor jacket.

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  1. freeaffiliateFeb 8, 2009 - Link

    nice for alone jacket ha..nice bro

  2. Oh,that jacket seems to be alone.Yes, I think you should use it in your next trip.^_^

  3. springsFeb 9, 2009 - Link

    Nice and well described about the feelings of a jacket. But this Jacket should not forget those times as well when this one had great time.

  4. selenaFeb 11, 2009 - Link

    Nice feelings indicating over here for the jacket. It seems really very alone.

  5. Motorcycles for saleFeb 12, 2009 - Link

    wow!! awesome poem!

    oooh…i quite fancy having that jacket too!! Smile

  6. AmyFeb 22, 2009 - Link

    :) Thanks everyone. The boys spent a couple of days with their grandparents and that poor coat got left here. It’s Michigan so we have a lot of coats. I was so struck by the image of it hanging there alone in my too quiet house that I thought you’d appreciate my attempt at humor.

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