by CRAFTY KEN   Aug 20, 2017


I’m called by many other names too, like icky, yucky, never just ducky. You will not forget if with me you get too touchy. Although the Holidays may have now past, my remembrance still lasts. That nice wrapping paper for the gift you had me lick and those loud expletive deleted words you uttered when removing me and the paper tore, yet every day you still come back for more, Touché I say!

Don’t forget I’m that same Sticky that grew up with your little girl and boy, sorry that I made it difficult for them to unwrap their new toys. You can call me Scotch or maybe Finish as I do come in many shades of Clear, Matte, Blue, all made special just for you! It’s been rumored that I was born in a *Mine those poor guys must have had a very sticky time, even the Canary was nowhere to find.

*I remember working on the Floor of the NYSE, Minnesota Mining was one of the Stocks Listed there and guess what? They made Scotch Tape, the joke circulated that they mined Scotch Tape-Ha-Ha.

Author Crafty Ken
August 20, 2017


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 11 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Hey Scotch, I mean Ken, hehe this is fab and thanks for the smile you have painted on my face. :-) :-) :-)

    • 11 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Mel, I knew you would get a chuckle or two from it! I will be picking my beloved wife Lil tonight from her three week stay at our Daughter's house in Carlsbad California, I'll be glad to have her back, I hate all the cooking and chores, Lil does them with no complaints!

  • 11 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Ken, your material is always original (sticky tape?!) and always funny. This is excellent.
    All the best as ever,

    • 11 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Ben, I hate that sticky tape, it never lets go, I'm sure many feel the same way!