On a Sunday afternoon.
Decides to tape off a square.
Big and gorgeous, chalkboard black,
Perhaps, she'll paint a pair?
The paint is drying, furniture is out,
The rug she brings back in.
Now for the fun to begin.
She pushes the sofa across the room,
Moves the rug at an angle.
Amused, she decides to vacuum the floor,
After finding a fork and a bangle.
Thought she was careful, but not enough,
Looks down at the scratched wooden floor.
No need to fix it, just cover it up,
By moving the rug some more.
She sits on a chair next to it.
The chair is old, the fabric worn,
And now, she's gone straight through it!
She picks it up, and throws it out,
With a strength she never knew.
Another chair is quickly found,
Lucky, she has quite a few.
Another chair, another side,
She stops, and moves it back some more,
some more, then more again!
Decides to have a cup of tea,
To think of lots of things.
Looks at the mess, and dreams of poems,
Of Cabbages and Kings.
Brings in a bookshelf, some lamps and a painting.
Pillows, photographs, china and tables.
Straightens the curtains, and opens the door.
Her home is now different, but not a penny did she spend.....Source URL: http://lifestyleartsblogs.blogspot.com/2011/03/poem.html
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