Monday, 31 March 2014
"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)