Sounds Fishy

There once was a man, Richard Tamin A philanderer known for his scammin His wife smelled his hand He said, “Please understand! I was just at the fair tossing salmon!” © A.P. Christopher 2018 Written for The Literati Mafia Sunday Prompt

this poem is not about laundry

this poem might be about laundry or maybe it’s a memoir about laundry or maybe it is symbolism of what goes wrong a symptom of what is wrong all i know  is we fell in love & we were invincible & life was a game to play even at the laundromat washing and drying and…