Calma wrote:Love, love, love Thunderstorms!
May you enjoy all the snap, crackle and boom
without all of the floods and resultant doom.
Upon Receiving My First Ikea Catalogue...Mailed to Me, No Less!
Soft the light, the table laid,
that some handi-soul has made;
tureens, glasses, cups and plates,
Lanterns, candles, cooking grates;
lots of laughters, smiles, and grins,
when the builder truly wins...
I have heard Ikea tales
filled with poignant tears and wails:
kits that do not clearly show
where that whatzit has to go;
fail assembling desk and bed
you cut costs to build instead,
and in turn trust someone's power
at a dear sum for one hour.
Still, there are accessories,
which enhance with verve and ease,
simple mugs and sturdy bowls,
made to please all sorts of souls;
warm duvets and clever shelves,
we can try to hang ourselves.
Closets, babies' beds and more
from that grand Ikea store!
Ah, Ikea! How you tempt,
and shall not show contempt
for the tasks you ask of me,
to live Scandinavianly.
Charming colours, tasteful styles,
which, admittedly bring smiles,
Pleasing lines, oh, all seems nice...
but the price! Oh, my the price!