Reupholster My Life
I was shabby and tattered,
Worn and battered,
Odiferously offensive,
And visually repulsive,
Old and weathered,
Broken and unattended,
Dated and neglected,
An outcast and wasted,
Now 25 years later you are still my wife,
And thank you for reupholstered my life.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2017
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