For sale
So this is what it’s like?
To be abandoned
And rendered old fashioned;
After years of service
And tentative changes
I’ve been discarded
And thrown to the agents,
No one considers my stay as a servant,
The loyal guardian of the family tree
And carer for their needs and their babies.
From day one
When they were all young
And I too was aged freshly
They all rushed on in
And hugged my heart tightly,
The welcoming was cheerful and brightening,
And I had found the promised family,
A purpose
And a pleasure
As this family’s protector.
Testing years then soon occurred
As child after child
Grew and learned;
They played with their protector
And often took my duty for granted,
Sometimes leaving me feeling botched and slanted.
The youngest ones would have the most fun,
Ditching and dashing and rushing little lungs.
They’d tug me in places
And dirty me with muddy faces;
Toys were littered
And smells were spread
From parcels full of mess
That lingered near me till they left
In the truck I thanked gratefully.
The older ones were harder still
As they practiced maturity with an iron will;
Repeatedly shouting
And stating unfairness,
One of the lads was by far the hairiest.
They’d blast out music that made me ache
And bring home partners
Whom they would date,
Constantly kiss and sometimes copulate.
The ones then whom I trusted most,
The adult types that seemed so close,
Sometimes seemed like children themselves
As they’d rant and rave
And then cuddle close.
Times often altered
And trials would appear,
Like once when the man of me
Brought back a younger peer;
Through this the couple they almost split
But I interjected I forced them to stick
As still they had children they needed to nurture,
Even if their bond suffered inertia.
And after all the years,
Through countless laughs
And sorrowful tears,
These people I’ve cared for,
This family I’ve loved,
Has abruptly up and left
And taken me to the traders;
I’ve been disowned
Despite all my labours.
I kept them dry,
Comforted them when they cried
And invited their friends inside,
Allowed many others to convene in my pride.
But now I’m alone,
In a brother’s window my picture is shown;
There will be a price next to my name
And that is what causes me to sulk in such shame.
My once constant family
Has left me so lame.
Number 66 on Littlegrove Lane,
Left by his family in the midst of his happiness
No kiss goodbye for me,
I’m just a house for another family.
To be abandoned
And rendered old fashioned;
After years of service
And tentative changes
I’ve been discarded
And thrown to the agents,
No one considers my stay as a servant,
The loyal guardian of the family tree
And carer for their needs and their babies.
From day one
When they were all young
And I too was aged freshly
They all rushed on in
And hugged my heart tightly,
The welcoming was cheerful and brightening,
And I had found the promised family,
A purpose
And a pleasure
As this family’s protector.
Testing years then soon occurred
As child after child
Grew and learned;
They played with their protector
And often took my duty for granted,
Sometimes leaving me feeling botched and slanted.
The youngest ones would have the most fun,
Ditching and dashing and rushing little lungs.
They’d tug me in places
And dirty me with muddy faces;
Toys were littered
And smells were spread
From parcels full of mess
That lingered near me till they left
In the truck I thanked gratefully.
The older ones were harder still
As they practiced maturity with an iron will;
Repeatedly shouting
And stating unfairness,
One of the lads was by far the hairiest.
They’d blast out music that made me ache
And bring home partners
Whom they would date,
Constantly kiss and sometimes copulate.
The ones then whom I trusted most,
The adult types that seemed so close,
Sometimes seemed like children themselves
As they’d rant and rave
And then cuddle close.
Times often altered
And trials would appear,
Like once when the man of me
Brought back a younger peer;
Through this the couple they almost split
But I interjected I forced them to stick
As still they had children they needed to nurture,
Even if their bond suffered inertia.
And after all the years,
Through countless laughs
And sorrowful tears,
These people I’ve cared for,
This family I’ve loved,
Has abruptly up and left
And taken me to the traders;
I’ve been disowned
Despite all my labours.
I kept them dry,
Comforted them when they cried
And invited their friends inside,
Allowed many others to convene in my pride.
But now I’m alone,
In a brother’s window my picture is shown;
There will be a price next to my name
And that is what causes me to sulk in such shame.
My once constant family
Has left me so lame.
Number 66 on Littlegrove Lane,
Left by his family in the midst of his happiness
No kiss goodbye for me,
I’m just a house for another family.