Domestic Poem by jasmine maddock

I would not let the domestics go anywhere near
The secret cache of spoons I compulsively horde
In my compulsive drawer. This is where I
Keep items that I compulsively amass, Lord
Have no mercy on a habit crazy man
Dave not Percy gone to habit wearing nun
And said hey sweetheart do you have a habit?
No Sirs, she replied, but I own a general
Collection of creepy buttons I was too scared
To destroy or send to a military camp.
How the guys wailed at such bewildering
Button-obsessiveness from a habitual nun
They bade her a wave and a salute goodbye
And stashed up their assortment of puns
Funny ha hee in the chest of draw nerve
That artery had clotted like the best churn
And exploded in the heat of over burnt perms
Permanent temporary collectivism keep my
Coins in the fount of doubtful splats
Rumpled old slippers from each year past
A collection of ships I have a-mast

Dave made overtures to Beethovens' secret
Display of intelligent notes and electorate votes
Percy leaned over the rainbow and knew the two
Funny chap in one collected high horse attitude
At a very queasy breathless choking altitude
Hey, Madam, they chimed to a lady of sweet
Smelling like a bank vault or ancient sweets
We have made a God-vow now to infinity
To tint your mood vests with springtime charity
And collecting vests with a hole in the seam
That were worn sexily by men called Sean
A bug eyed mini fossil to us curled perm
Fondly amassed over the pardoners' worm
Pardon? Said the rancid butter buttress man
Are we really here to collect the collected?
It is inspected on a frequent pancake recipe
Then stored in neat plastic boxes in a tidy mesh
Mashed and sprayed with all the final curtains