Door knocker. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
A fusspot knocks, stops at the door
She said, 'Sorry, I won't come in
I've seen enough of your clutter
Half of this should go in the bin
'Your hallway makes me feel ill
It looks like you've been in a war
Shelves of ornaments.' 'Vital bills,
Prizes.' 'Shoes all over the floor.'
My spouse said, 'Our milk's become cheese
I've swept the floor, cleared up the dirt.
Vintage? Dated jackets and skirts!
Why are you looking cross and hurt?'
I'm tired, sick, the house is a mess
It takes an hour to shower, dress
I've tidied the desk, I'm doing my best
Teaching today, ignore the rest
After meeting fusspot, I felt depressed
It was gone noon when I got dressed
Five! Welcome small pupils inside
One girl, so sweet, I nearly cried
'My goodness,' she said, 'a huge fan!
'What a house, full of foreign stuff
There's so much to see and discuss
Just an hour here isn't enough
'I love your smiley door knocker
The pictures and hooks in the hall
You've more books than a library
You did those paintings on the walls!
Self porrtrait by Angela Lansbury.
'Colours like a birthday party
Like Christmas day in a toy shop
A doll's house, so much to touch, do
I won't stop coming to see you
'My home is clean, empty, and dull
When my homework's done, I feel bored
You've always time to talk, listen
Mum's so busy, I feel ignored
'Your house is just the very best
Every room is full of treasure
It's fun, exciting, yet a rest
Visiting you is such a pleasure.'
-ends-
Five means five o'clock. After school tutoring.
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