We’re shopping at IKEA
To get some FÜKNSTØFF
No matter what we purchase
It can never be enough.
I want to eat a meatball
The texture’s smooth, not rough
The perfect snack when we go back
To get our FÜKNSTØFF.
We’re shopping at IKEA
Our Swedish Happy Store
We’ll fill our carts, content our hearts,
And then come back for more.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
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1 comment:
Your timing, with this poem, is impeccable.
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