I forgot to post an image with yesterday’s poem about my dresser. Today when I went into the room to get a picture, I was shocked to see the chest of drawers sticking out its tongue at both the dresser and mirror.
The chair apparently stepped in to referee and told me the dresser and chest had been threatening to sock one another.
I had no idea any of them read this blog.
Although I was disappointed in the bad behavior of the chest of drawers, I choose to believe in its better nature. We all need to get things off our chests sometimes, but there’s really no place for envy. After straightening things up, I asked the bedroom set not to speak of the incident to the other furniture and appliances.
I just don’t have time to write poems for all of them.