Welcome to my Parlour

 

If you walked into my house and I was not there

your would soon discover that it was not so bare

Everything that you would so easily see

would speak so very eloquently of the real me

 

It is a house of oddments where little does match

and at an intital glance not all can be snatched

Wall units vary in shape, size and colour to behold

from the horribly modern to the extremely old

 

Dozens of books line the many makeshift shelves

and sit waiting in attendance like garden elves

Volumes of theology, philosophy and poetry do abound

most of which lay scattered around

 

Paintings and portraits do compose my gallery

and on the dining table a vase full of celery

Empty bottles of wine and a few glasses too

to move the dogs one has to say shoo

 

The quilted sofa is draped in dower victorian splendour

with a laced edged antimacassar bought from a local vendor

Ornaments of value, exquisite and tall

are complemented by cheap replicas which are quite small

 

This room, this principal abode

has an elegance and sophicticaton to hold

It is here and what you see before you 

that paints the portrait of me so true