Stevie Taite

Rookie (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Bloody Ikea


That bloody Ikea, someone ought to be shot
for designing their plugs so they stick out a lot.
Why should they make them fit so close to the wall?
That's over pragmatic, no challenge at all!

In theory their lighting is ever so classy
but when they're unpacked the damn things make me arsey
My non Swedish table that stood by my bed
It's been moved some where much less useful instead

The years pass me by and my decor gets tired
So I sift their free brochure and get all inspired
And then I go back to be tempted again
For by then I've forgotten their plugs are a pain

As a company famed for space saving ideas
they're good, but just don't get your lights from ikea.
I hope for their plugs there's a job on the line
Recruit someone with half a brain the next time.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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  • Rookie Owain Glyn (4/22/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    Once you enter an Ikea store it's as if you have lost all will power, they guide you around the store and spit you out the other end, but only if you've bought some useless piece of junk! Love this piece. (Report) Reply

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