.4. Hungry Mould Poem by David Threadgold

Some sort of green mould
Is eating my plaster
It needs to be treated
To stave off disaster

It’s eaten my floorboards
Turned half into dust
Plus half of the skirting
Looks all bent and bust

Now I move very careful
It’s rising dry rot
And treating the problem
Will cost quite a lot

So I’m going to move out
From my house of disaster
With the crumbling timbers
And it’s half eaten plaster


© 2008 David Threadgold
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