Clotheshorse Stories

The man called out — there was something to see!Quickly the wife pondered what it might be.His voice held not a hint of worry or stress.Indeed, was that a tone of happiness? Following the sound she’d find no dire plight,As into her view came a farcical sight."Like my new look?" he asked, preening and proud.She stifled a laugh: "For crying out loud!" Clothes loose as the trappings of a teenage gangster,Yet he looked less ‘...

The wife surveyed the closet and let out a sigh.With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Why, my dear, why?”How many knit shirts could one man possibly need?Ten? Twenty? More, perchance...but eighty-four? Indeed! Perhaps she’d miscounted, or made some such error.Eighty-four to one, shirts shouldn’t outnumber wearer!An absurd state of affairs, it just could not last —His copious wardrobe would leave the thrifty aghast. The tall...

The wife surveyed the closet and let out a sigh. How many knit shirts could one man possibly need? Ten? Twenty? More, perchance...but eighty-four? Indeed! With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Why, my dear, why?” Perhaps she’d miscounted, or made some such error. She'd count again, careful not to be distracted; If the tally stood, a freeze must be enacted. Eighty-four to one, shirts shouldn’t outnumber wearer! This absurd s...

Entering the room, the wife stopped short at the door:She saw not one, two or three, but FOUR pants on the floor!What could have caused an action so rash,Four trousers crumpled like yesterday's trash? Pair No. 1 was a scintilla off-hue.Black slacks had been ordered; navy blue would not do.The next pair examined, judged unfit for display —Its slightly frayed hem had caused utter dismay. A third castaway was the oddest one...