Flatpack Dining Set- Mission Accomplished
The box arrived at lunchtime from the East,
components counted out,all twenty one,
the screws, washers and dowels all there at least,
but noticed the instruction sheets were gone.
Spread out around me like some I.Q test,
bits lay in random fashion on the floor,
was confident that I would do my best
since I had sat at one of these before.
Table stands propped up with a homemade peg,
stood at a jaunty angle near the door,
chairs like cows that have been shot in the legs.
First meal put down slides off onto the floor.
I sit back, scratch my head and look confused
Cat scratches ear, and wanders off, bemused.
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