The vase is on the floor again.
The bed is in a state.
The cushions have been torn apart.
The chaos won’t abate.
The television’s on its side,
its wires all askew.
The radiator’s leaking
and there’s nothing I can do.
The picture frames are cracked and bust.
The rug has been demolished.
The living room is upside down;
all calm has been abolished.
My books are torn. I feel forlorn.
My mood is rather flat.
I didn’t know all this would happen
when I got a cat.