Relatively Creaking
My house has got arthritis,
it is seventy years old,
and symptoms become noticeable
when the weather's turning cold.
The kitchen door starts moaning
as I go in and out,
the roof timbers are groaning
when the central heating cuts out.
Window frames sigh
just like I
when getting out of bed,
the hinges creak as if to speak
of staying closed instead.
The skeleton of my bed frame
which every night I dream on,
calls out when I turn over, asking
if I'll rub some cream on.
With all of its infirmities
as far as I can see,
it may cry out and whinge and moan
but not as much as me.
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