A New Woman
ITS A CRAFT
The storage cupboard
A lump in the throat
A gasp for air
As it revealed all my hobbies
She was besotted at the mess
Soon came to find newspapers, magazines, paint, old plastic cups
Even more so she found old liners, mountains of pens and paper
Colours all sorts
Crafts in books and on paper
Some finished some were drying in the airer in the shed
Some in the cool storage cupboard
She was astonished at the castle and giant pencil
The paper beads she thought i bought them and the necklace
Now i am busy making her a set
Fussy people its worth showing them what the mess is about
A lump in the throat
A gasp for air
As it revealed all my hobbies
She was besotted at the mess
Soon came to find newspapers, magazines, paint, old plastic cups
Even more so she found old liners, mountains of pens and paper
Colours all sorts
Crafts in books and on paper
Some finished some were drying in the airer in the shed
Some in the cool storage cupboard
She was astonished at the castle and giant pencil
The paper beads she thought i bought them and the necklace
Now i am busy making her a set
Fussy people its worth showing them what the mess is about
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ITS A CRAFT
ITS A CRAFT
