I've made a teeny tiny house for two
it's all we need, pin neat. I've made
the sweetest little bay, a door with
stained glass like you like, I hope
you get it, this the sweetest thing
a wee table and two matching seats
and there - just one armchair
as we'll want to always sit entwined.
And I have made us such a bed
a bed bedecked, four postered, grand
a canopy to hold us down so we don't
float away - we'll cosy up, I've made
a fireplace in each room. Oh? What is that?
No chimney breast? Well love with keep us
warm. What's that? How will we get
upstairs? How will we cook eat piss and shit?
I don't know why you're being like that.
Look what I've done for you.
(poem for Dollhouse 2002 by Yinka Shonibare http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/12/14/arts/kino.5.184.1450.jpg)
Comments
Sooz006 | February 9, 2008 - 15:04
I've been tlaking to myself about appreciation a lot lately so this one struck a chord.
My fella took over the housework because I work long hours. I did nothing but complain, he does nothing at all around the house now, we both find it easier, and I've come to realise that it's better to have a job half done than not have it done at all.
Really enjoyed this one.
drew_gummerson | February 12, 2008 - 09:32
And this one made me laugh.