Mill on the Floss


Mill on the Floss

At least once a day, I’m told,

will help me stay out of this unkind chair,

where I brace and sweat and grind.

String-thing between my teeth,

I do not like you, but if this promise be true

I’ll reconcile in floods of drool.

Na/GloPoWriMo Day Twelve :

“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?”

Is a (poor) reference to George Eliot’s masterpiece too much?  I’m drained today, but floss I will, for the alternative is worse.

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