While
reading a book in midwinter,
Alone in the
meadows that weave
Their rich
and English tapestry
I felt a
tugging at my sleeve.
My little
daughter, Alice,
Was urging me
to go
And meet the
man who stood at the door,
So I went
and said, “Hello?”
“Hello,” he
said and smiled at me
And Alice
smiled at him.
”I’m calling
from IKEA,” he said,
“To assemble
your homemade gym.”
Well,
everyone knows IKEA,
The Swedish
furniture mart,
That sell
you things you put together
Which
promptly fall apart.
“I didn’t
order a gym,” I said,
“I know,”
the man replied.
“But I have
to use your lavatory
“So kindly
step aside.”
He ran
upstairs with frightful speed
And then we
heard the chain
And then he
called out, “I love your lav!
“I must come
here again.”
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