Ikea Vs Me
It came with 10 pages of instructions
It came with all its own tools
But it had its own agenda
To make me out to be a fool
I laid the parts out carefully
They covered my floor from wall to wall
I sat and looked bewildered at the task before me
I had no idea where to start at all
But then i became downright determined
No box of parts would get the best of me
I dove in and began to assemble
After all im highly intelligent you see.
These parts seemed to have a mind of their own
For not one connection seemed to fit
I even flipped the instructons upside down
But they were having none of it.
It was twenty hours later
I was staring at my finished work with pride
But alas Ikea got the last laugh
The porch swing wouldnt fit through the door outside.
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