This Dragon Chicken recipe was pretty darned good.
Should we trash your aunt’s portrait with nary a glance?
Take this excuse to throw it away?
Can we use the old closet as a place to deposit
The trumpet that no one can play?
There are sofas and chairs and loafers in pairs
unmatched and still to be packed;
barbecue sets smashed by unhappy pets,
and nine bottles of wine still unracked.
Several old tables with mouldering labels
sit forgotten on the back stoop;
while dozens of books lie hidden in nooks
and unwatered plants sadly droop.
Beautiful oak chests that used to serve guests
for overnight stays in the spring,
now jammed with hi-fi and cups and bonsai,
untidily tied up with string.
Boxes of china and photos of minor
children are packed in the car;
old wooden crates filled with pillows and plates
lie piled like produce bizarre.
There still are the spades, the shades and brocades,
the stove to unplug and wrap;
the children’s old cots, tights tied up in knots,
and plenty of crap to just scrap.
But we’ve lazed away weeks and now conscience tweaks
to put us in such terrible state.
Now that the day’s here, there’s too much to do, dear,
I just hope that the van will be late.