burgundyben
Well-known member
The hardware shop,
smelling of gently rusting nails
and slowly decaying owner,
had rolls and racks of that
sticky-backed impostor called Fablon:
spots, squares, intrusive zigzags,
in colours that should
have remained strangers.
I looked up in awe as your Fablon days
started with timidity.
The letter rack met a sticky off-cut,
its new camouflage sparking pride
as deafening as its raucous red stripes
that distracted eyes
from the folds and wrinkles
and FABLON FABLON FABLON
marching shyly round the edge.
Later I looked down in doubt
as you interred the hallway floor.
Stout authentic pinewood boards,
suffocated and strangled
by a pinewood Fablon skin.
Dad, why? the question I nearly asked.
It foundered and sank forever.
The Fablon King, we called you.
Now I think - heaven's hallway floor,
did they let you? Surely not
<hr width=100% size=1>My house is for sale, 2 beds, Hamble.
smelling of gently rusting nails
and slowly decaying owner,
had rolls and racks of that
sticky-backed impostor called Fablon:
spots, squares, intrusive zigzags,
in colours that should
have remained strangers.
I looked up in awe as your Fablon days
started with timidity.
The letter rack met a sticky off-cut,
its new camouflage sparking pride
as deafening as its raucous red stripes
that distracted eyes
from the folds and wrinkles
and FABLON FABLON FABLON
marching shyly round the edge.
Later I looked down in doubt
as you interred the hallway floor.
Stout authentic pinewood boards,
suffocated and strangled
by a pinewood Fablon skin.
Dad, why? the question I nearly asked.
It foundered and sank forever.
The Fablon King, we called you.
Now I think - heaven's hallway floor,
did they let you? Surely not
<hr width=100% size=1>My house is for sale, 2 beds, Hamble.