hosiery bag

In this  little mesh laundry bag

You put the things that cover your lag,

When they get so very dirty,

You don’t feel so very perty.

Insert dirty stockings in the bag

Put in machine when on washing jag

When they are washed, you put in dryer.

With washing by hand, you will not tire.

It is indeed my fondest hope,

They wash and dry leaving no stains or soap

And they will look beautiful upon your lag

When they are removed from this small bag.

If too much time with this bag you’ve spent,

And you get nothing from it but lint,

Remember this fancy hosiery bag,

Can always be used as a dishpan rag.

(I’ve been sorting and organizing my mother’s treasures which she left  – albums, scrapbooks, memorabilia.  I found this poem in my handwriting.  I doubt that anyone else wants to claim it!  Apparently I had sent her a hosiery bag with my Ode… for her amusement.  So, I’ll share.)


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. LOL! I loved this. Well done.

  2. calensariel says:

    Everything deserves an ode! I wrote an ode to the cornfield next to us once. Wish I could find what I did with it. They were tearing it all out to put a sub-division in! Slimey snots!

    • oneta hayes says:

      Hope you can find your “cornfield.” The muse for some topics only comes on you at very special times. Hard to redo with the same ambiance Is that word used right – or rightly? I’d better say “Good night” while I still can do that right – or rightly. 😀

  3. shoreacres says:

    I’m glad you shared it, Oneta. It’s a fun one, and proof positive that everything and anything can be grist for the poety mill.

    • oneta hayes says:

      You’ve just given me a challenge. Wouldn’t it be fun to do “free verse” about a laundry negligee bag? After all it is such a vital part of life. All I would have to do is follow the model of a seventeen year old who has just lost her very last true love. She has already lost thirteen and this was her absolutely last chance to hold on to her honest true love… “Aw bag, my bag, the only one with an amazing tight-fitting snap closure that clamped shut just like Justin’s fist clamped tightly on to my hand as I carefully threw it into the washing machine….” 😀 Linda, I know you don’t like those little smiley faces, but I didn’t know how to unwind from the emotional turmoil you flipped me into! And you don’t like exclamation marks but I …… Good night, Linda.

  4. Faye says:

    Thanks Oneta…it brought back memories as I read it.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Don’t tease. What about those memories? Aren’t we blessed to remember the days before the small negligee bags? It makes one appreciate the finer things in life! 😀

  5. Dawn Marie says:

    an adorable personalization to your gift!!

  6. Alex says:

    I’m now not certain the place you’re getting your info, but great topic. I must spend some time studying much more or figuring out more. Thank you for great information I was on the lookout for this information for my mission.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Oh, Alex. This was written as a “fun piece” for my mother long ago. It has no seriousness to it at all. Even when I should have written “leg” I wrote “lag.” That was only to make it rhyme. I was just playing. Don’t take it seriously. I hope it will provide fun for you. Thanks for the comment.

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