Fine crinoline ladies and porcelain gents Your elegant poise is entrancing Your clothes represent an enormous expense For frivolous flirting and dancing
Some outfits of mine that are frozen in time Will provide entertainment forever The fabric was foolish the style was a crime But the clash of those colours was clever
One thinks about dumps and donations but why? These items are viewed with affection Arrange them admire them add more till you die And save the whole random collection
Inherited ornaments garments of yore A hundred plus cups to have tea in The last destination for these is the floor Of a burial chamber with me in
Yes this one has struck a chord. Book that chamber quick! I’m thinking there’s a development opportunity here if you made them like blocks of flats with very long leases.?
THE RHYMING TIMES 
Version 99! Now don’t be clearing out!
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Well done, Gill, another version of the poem! Very relevant as I’ve been trying to clear stuff out. Lovely painting.
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Thanks Willie. Val does look a bit nervous!
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Great images and poem. The couple looks like Val and me. W xx
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Yes this one has struck a chord. Book that chamber quick! I’m thinking there’s a development opportunity here if you made them like blocks of flats with very long leases.?
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You describe our cupboards, several generations of stuff!!
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I can’t believe you found time for poems and kind comments! Keep all that stuff!
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Love this, Gill! Having sifted through 8000 mugs and glasses that we certainly didn’t need to bring to Merseyside, it feels especially relatable!
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