i could not live up to the expectation of my curtains

My curtains are gone,

I gave them away,

For days I looked longingly at them

They hung in the shop

silently calling to me

"See how beautiful we are

So pale and beautiful

WE will make you feel good

We will cure your ills

we Will match your stuff, dont

WE look like we will€€€€"

But they didn't

They made me feel bad

I could not live up to the expectations of my curtains

I tried; I    t r i e d    t o 

I searched for colours to make them

happy, for other shades of grey,

not the black and white I 

had to offer them

They wanted more

They knew what they wanted

I did not

but one day, i not longer wanted 

to please my gloomy and 

demanding curtains.

they cast their spell on another

Now they reside there

casting their spell on another

now they reside there 

casting their malevolent jellyfishey 

stings of faux-beauty

there.  But in that house there is a small boy and a dog.

Strength and love in the bond.

those haughty curtains

will be put in their place by 

the repeated pawing of grubby feet and hands by 

the barking and climbing upon by the boy

and the dog.  their haughtiness ignored and disregarded

So my dear haughty ones

you Scorned my tender ministrations

you Scorned my black and whiteness

you Scorned my efforts

But i, the Scorned one,

has now cast you out

begone you vile evil curtains

Glare down from your high moral ground at me 

no more

Now when I visit you

I might come say hi, you might still

Scorn me. Eventually you will

learn to live with Jacks 

earth shattering bark and 

Johnnys loving hugs. you will become what you

are, pieces of fabric

with no soul you are just

curtains and once more i 

am free

This poem is best enjoyed eating chilli listening to Doc Watsons , blues stay away from me, sung by the notting hill billies lying on a bright red rug in the sunshine without grey cream and black striped curtains.  That is a well know cure for Mondays. Happy Monday .