ODE to the FLATPACK (Apologies to Frank Sinatra)

Janette Davies

Flatpacks, I´ve built a few,
But, then again, too few to mention.
I’ve banged and screwed and cursed,
And done ’em all without instructions.
I’ve lived a life of fear,
In case he ever says ´IKEA´,
Because I know, without a doubt,
He’ll spot a flaw and point it out.
My thumb nail shows I took the blows,
But built ’em my way.

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