My New Bed - Poem by VICTORIA GEORGE
‘Buyer collects’ the advert said
For a lovely big four poster bed
'Brand new item mattress of foam
From perfect pet free, smoke free home'
When I turned up to collect next day
It was nothing like the ad did say
Upon the ‘lovely new matt-ress’
Were old fag burns, cat pee and mess
Bedframe was sideways on the floor
Rats were nesting in the drawer
Ashtrays balanced on the frame
Ticking was black, mildew to blame
I pulled the filthy cover down
And found a corpse in it’s night-gown
'Don’t mind mum she died last week
I’m sorry for the dreadful reek'
That was enough I couldn’t stay
I ran outside and heard him say
'Don’t you want this lovely bed?
Shall I - send it round - instead? '
copyright Victoria George
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