All of us have our own local Iron man. He comes once a week to iron our clothes. Whether you wish to admit it or not, he forms a very integral part of our lives. Where would we be without those clean, wrinkle free, perfectly creased clothes? This blog post is a recognition and tribute to all those Iron Men/Women who have helped me get through all these years-wrinkle free and perfectly creased!
NOTE: This song is to be sung to the tune of (what else?) IRON MAN by BLACK SABBATH.
THE REAL IRON MAN
I am the REAL IRON MAN!!!
Here comes the Iron man
To iron their clothes as per plan
Pushing his cart on the road
Even if he is really bored.
Parking under a tree
He gets ready for his ironing spree
He don’t need no seat
He just makes sure of the coal’s heat
Then he collects their clothes
Back to the cart the iron man goes
And as he starts his job
He turns up his radio’s volume knob
Nobody cares for him
They just pass him by
Nobody notices him
Unless he doesn’t come by
Wrinkles have no place
They just vanish without a trace
He finds the perfect crease
Then he folds them in a breeze
He winds up his work
He smokes a cigarette as a perk
Showing no signs of rage
He now goes to collect his wage
Taking their payments
He just makes his living
Feeding his family
Next week he will be returning.
PS: Thanks to somebody for giving me the idea for this song. Unintended help is still appreciated. 🙂