Pink Vases you stand there so….Pink and tall
where to put you?…I don’t know, you don’t fit at all
everywhere I try, you stand out like a sore thumb,
hallway, mantel, shelf,…what a game you’ve become
Upstairs and downstairs, I’ve tried every last space,
but you stand there, looking so, so out of place
pink and glassy, you seem to defy me to find
a place I can leave you, put you out of my mind
I’m tempted, sorely tempted to lose you somewhere,
but you were a present and I couldn’t take the frosty glare
from the person who gave you to me with such glee
So there you stand, on the mantel, laughing solely at me……
LadyP © 2010
