Death By Ikea

So, this is death by Bunnings,
This is so not funny,
So much for a store of hardware,
Then it's on to death by Ikea,
What am I doing here?
This is really true fear,
Esoteric death by Ikea,
I've got absolutely no idea,
I've come home with a kit,
Comprising a zillion bits,
Some of it's missing, it's 
Giving me the blip,
How to assemble this?
Who even gives a blip?
Yes, it's death by Ikea,
A barrel of laughs here,
What bit goes here?
Doesn't even look near,
So not funny, non dears,
the total angst of Ikea,
Esoteric death by Ikea.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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