Pushing past ironing board and vacuum cleaner,
Wishing that I was somewhat leaner.
Bags, so many bags hang on every hook,
I fear spiders lurk in every nook.
Deep within this infernal cupboard,
Shunned by even Mother Hubbard.
At last on the freezer I spy my goal,
“Darling I’ve found the punch bowl!”
(I think we all have a cupboard rather like this.)