I don't like to complain, however I feel compelled to protest at a recent move to confine me below stairs where the sun don't shine, the air don't move and the lights flicker all day. I had to write something about it and here it is (thanks to Rhianna for a small amount of inspiration):
An ode to the basement
The lower ground floor
Just through that door
It’s bright and cheery,
We haven’t had a query.
They said.
Shove them down there
Where no one can hear
They’re such a pain
Na na na what’s their name?
Who cares.
Fetid air
Light spare
Lamps flicker
It hurts my ticker
Heads ache.
The team are fading
They’re down in the dumps
…Down in the dump
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