.4. My Davenport Poem by David Threadgold

My davenport with hidden drawers
Pen holder, wells for ink
With leather on its writing slope
Legs, ball and claw I think

It sits there in the corner
Where woodworm like to nibble
Full of all my odds and ends
For letters I might scribble

I’ve had a valuation
For insurance, to expensive
Repairing what the woodworm ate
Turns out to be extensive

So it’s going to the auction
Where I’ve fixed a fair reserve
Where the woodworm may get treatment
No more than they deserve?


© 2008 David Threadgold
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