I.K.E.A
A poem (in the style of Brian Bilston)
IKEA
We see ya
With your dizzying directions
And your Swedish inflections
Your cute little names
Making it all fun and games
Wide choice of candles
Cupboards with no handles
We’ll have the yellow octopus
Maybe for Olivia, maybe for us
Random orchid
Of course, we did
Three-piece bucket
Naturally, fuck it
Christmas ginger thins
Which come in red tins
Cookery book stand
Just came away in my hand
Twisting and turning
Returning, never learning
Go the right way
Or get a loud “HEJ”
All the stuff we never needed
Well, not until we see’d it
IKEA
We see ya