Deb over at San Diego Momma has gussied up the bandwagon and beckons us to jump on for PROMPTuesday exercises. No, by exercise she does not mean that we have to do thirty minutes of cardio or strengthen our cores. It’s a creative writing exercise, and anyone can do it. Now you might have noticed that today is Wednesday, and that means I’m late! So, Deb, I’ll take a half-grade lower on the assignment or do detention after school, but hopefully you’ll accept late entries. Life intervened yesterday, but here I am today, and I followed all the rules except it isn’t Tuesday.

I like the first PROMPTuesday exercise! I was going to post a picture on my blog today of the shirt my husband wore to the gym this week, and Deb gave me a creative way to do it. Go peak at the fun everyone is having over there at the inaugural PROMPTuesday. Write your silly poem today and I’ll see you after school in detention.

My husband the atheist dear
His views on God are clear
So why you might wonder doth he
Wear a shirt so holy, holy?

We can afford to buy a new tee
That one kinda embarrasses me
I’ll get something nice, I promise
“But I’m not big on change,” says Thomas

So into the washer it goes
Will it come out in one piece; who knows?
Perhaps today is its final day
The church-going wife doth pray

38 comments on “Holy, Holy, Holy”

  1. Fabulous. I can’t wait to read more of your PROMPTuesday gems!

    Glad to hear you have a barnacle. A torture shared is a torture doubled…right? Wait…not quite right…

  2. Poem well done; I could score it using my 5-part rubric if you were interested.

    It really is a mystery to me why a man would continue to wear a shirt like that. I had to stealthily, in the dead of night, do away with one Stu would not give up.

  3. Very clever! Is there any way the shirt could accidentally get caught in, say, a paper shredder?

    It’s too bad you are not planning a move because when we moved into the house we’re in now, a lot of the P-Dawg’s fugly clothes got “lost” in transition.

  4. Cheri,

    You crack me up. You are one funny mom! I like your quick wit and your sense of humor. Hope that shirt makes it through one more wash! he he he

  5. “But see look at the collar, see it’s fraying. Golden Boy is slowly dying. Each wash brings him one step closer, that’s what makes the T-shirt such a tragic figure.” — Seinfeld

  6. Holy Moly….I do love that shirt!! I think I have a matching sweatshirt…or at least I think it was a sweatshirt…i got about 12 years ago in SanFran….my husband just frowns and shakes his head when I wear it…It’s comfy…I love it..and I.just.don’t.care.anymore. So there!
    Have a great weekend!!

  7. Just so you know, your appreciation of my “Holy, Holy, Holy” remix has established that yours is a kindred blog. And so you are duly noted, over at The Philosopher-Mom.

    (As soon as I call my spam-bot over to read those letters below.)

  8. My hubby doesn’t have too many shirts like that. They have unfortunate accidents in the laundry, maybe end up in a batch of whites being bleached and the remenants get thrown in the rag bag in his wooodworking shop. 🙂

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