Ode to Unbeautiful Things

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New born babies: wrinkled, screaming
Old cats and dogs: smelly, moulting
Favourite pyjamas: holey, threadbare
Chemotherapy: you puke, lose hair
Taxes taking a chunk of wages
Liver spots when you’ve been alive for ages
A sink full of pots after a family feast
Anyone you’ve loved who is now deceased
School reunions and cluttered homes
Learning new songs, drafting new poems
Compost heaps and recycling bins
Worms and bugs and creeping things
The Christmas Day mess after The Great Unwrapping
Your beloved partner first thing in t’morning
Grant applications and building sites
Peace talks, raw sausage, bright theatre lights

At face value these things suck, like having false teeth
What matters, however, is the reason beneath:
They make our lives better, they serve a real purpose
So think of their role and not their surface

2 Comments

  1. Tom says:

    Everything has its place, Tilly! Something to consider when we first start to pull our faces, I suppose! 🙂

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  2. catterel says:

    Ab-so-blooming-lute-ly! (and I do like your final rhyme!)

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