When it arrives,
Everyone cheers.
The shirts and shorts dance
On the clothesline,
The trees and flowers wave
Like they’re saying hi,
And the clouds are so excited
To have a running race.

When it comes,
Dad’s face falls.
His coat and jeans jump
Off the clothesline
Into the pond.
The tree leaves hop off
And have a party on his new car.

When it gets here,
A lot of fun things I notice:
The pond’s face,
Sad and old with lines;
Mrs. Smith’s bread,
Delicious and freshly baked.
But what smell is it?
Oh, no, it’s from Mr. Brown’s feet!