Take the Stannah Stairlift to Paradise,

now wouldn't that be nice,

fitting included in the price.

Sitting there with slippers on

watching the downstairs rooms receding,

a quiet hum as the clouds drift by.

Stoked up on medicated bliss

life could never be better than this.

As the landing hoves into view

wallpaper looking down at you

to meet and greet the carpet there

at the familiar turn of the stair,

 you gradually reach the heady heights,

the doorbell goes as in a dream,

an ambulance light is pulsing there;

time is short and the clouds are blue

not even time to do your hair.