Monday, 31 March 2014

Magpie 213


 "I can't stand that wallpaper, Fred!
That great moth hanging over the bed!
And how could you choose
Those bare legs (with tattoos)?
Please, can't we have rosebuds, instead?"

"Darling, rosebuds are terribly twee.
They'd suit you, but would  never suit me.
We could both compromise
With rosebuds on those thighs,
And a nice little flower on each knee?"

"Oh, let's not have wallpaper at all!
We could just demolish the wall.
Then we'd have a nice view
Of the bath, and the loo,
And a glimpse of the stairs and the hall."

They set  too with a will (and some tools),
They ignored regulations and rules.
They were finally found
Six feet underground
Crushed by rubble. Poor ignorant fools.



(With thank to Tess at Magie Tales for the picture)

16 comments:

  1. How utterly bizarre!

    The wallpaper I mean, not your poem.

    But you didn't mention the razor or the extracted tooth.

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  2. How utterly bizarre!

    The wallpaper I mean, not your poem.

    But you didn't mention the razor or the extracted tooth.

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  3. Jack Sprat and wife take up masonry?

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  4. You've been reading too many of the Ada and Caddoc Trellis stories. This is brilliant!

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  5. Hah! Someone worse at decorating than me. Well, two people.

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  6. Haha! Maybe they should have consulted a third party?

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  7. Awww..What a demise! Mind you - there's times I've thought a wreaking ball might come in handy!

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  8. I don't know how I missed this but I did. I didn't see that ending (any more than they did).

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