No place on dark bookshelves for your book, Max. There is something icky about new. And doubly icky about new and white.
On 01/08/2012, at 6:20 PM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> White Cupboards
>
> 'Welcome to our new home!
> Lots to be done still, but
> we've slept here for the first time
>
> and want to show you round.
> Aren't the rooms big!
> Is that why you frowned?
>
> It's been our our dream -
> the best suburb,
> great street, just such a home.
>
> Come to the kitchen -
> we ripped out the fittings.
> All's new. Behind these
>
> white cupboards
> everything's stowed.
> Where to find what we need?
>
> The boys' rooms upstairs -
> white cupboards - no excuse
> for schoolbook mess.
>
> This library-study
> of the judge we bought from -
> a real fuddy-duddy -
>
> we ripped out the dark
> wall of bookshelves, now it's
> cupboards - white - stark.
>
> It's my office now, with my work
> computer and this big screen
> for sport - see what I mean?
>
> You've brought me a book
> as house-warming gift!
> Thanks, into the cupboard with it!'
>
>
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