550 (19.12.2015)

We shuffle through IKEA with the kids,
We dream of the abandoned house we'll buy,
And what we'll get that being poor forbids
When we no longer have to wonder why?
The children run and jump on all the beds,
They hide in cupboards and they disappear
They run around, they fall and bang their heads,
They worry us and then they reappear.
We eat a meal that's very cheap indeed
Though perhaps not the greatest food on earth,
But no one cares, it fills a hole and need
And normally you pay what things are worth.
Then we drive back to Hastings by the sea,
And watch The Bridge that's ending on TV.

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