Treasure Island

Ima Ryma


Burned Twice


Jack and Jill just happened to meet.
Jill noticed Jack's ears were both red.
Jack said they were burned from the heat
From ironing his shirt, and he said,
While ironing, his cell phone did ring,
And startled him into a zone.
Multi tasking is not his thing.
He ironed the shirt with his cell phone.
It was like he was not awake.
What happened next is still not clear.
He answered the iron by mistake.
And, gee, that iron did burn his ear.

'What about your other ear, Jack? '
'Oh that, Jill. I got a call back.'

Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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