The cupboard.

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!”

 

Kyt

(I think we all have a cupboard rather like this.)

 

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