Thinking about posting a poem a week. Starting today.
And now for the poem:
Saturday
Saturday’s doing its usual
disappearing act
into the washing machine.
We look in the fridge
for leftovers. You play golf.
I clean. For dinner out
we could try the Lone Star
but country & western
doesn’t always ensure happiness.
Trying something different doesn’t either.
Remember
that cup of Turkish coffee?
Kay McKenzie Cooke
11th Letter In 
I really like this. Just 12 lines, but loaded with humour and poignancy. I love the idea of Saturday doing a disappearing act into the washing machine. Trouble is, Saturday’s never satisfied and likes to practise the same trick every week!
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