My shirt smelled,

And so I burned it in a fire,

And now what's left of it smells fine.

So I'll wash it,

And hang it on the line.

It will take a lot of clothespins

To keep those ashes

From blowing off in the wind.

You may think how silly it is of me

To do my laundry in such a foolish way,

But I learned all this from someone

Who burned up love, one thoughtless, careless day.

-jenn