Flat Pack Poem by C Richard Miles

Flat Pack



Wife said;
“New Bed
For us.”
No fuss.
Easy
Peasy.
Just pop
To shop.
Flat pack -–
Break back.
Part A –
Thrown away?
Lose screw -
Swear blue.
Part B –
Can’t see.
Hit thumb
Goes numb.
Drop hammer,
Scream: “Damn her! ”
Final part
Falls apart.
I fear
IKEA.

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