Were I to acquire
A stuffed pike,
Would it add value,
If I put it
In the downstairs loo?
Is it the sort of thing people like?
Would it make people aspire,
To a certain lifestyle,
Or put people off,
Because it’s vile?
I don’t mean actually in the bog,
Of course,
I mean on top of the chiffonier,
To hide a scratch in the veneer.
Would people think
I’m a huntin’ shootin’ and fishin’ toff,
All about horse,
And dog,
Or a liar?
Would it distract from the chip in the tile,
Above the sink?
What about a crystal chandelier,
Or two,
Are they more tarty than arty?
Or a pair of fauteuils, Louis Quinze or Seize,
Either side of the fire,
Would that make it seem like a des. res.?
Or should one go the whole hog,
A gilt salon suite,
Would it go with a club fender?
Would that show
I was the right kind of vendor?
Someone cultured, in the know?
Would such things complete
The impression
That this is a home of good taste,
And each possession
Treasured, inherited, long ago?
And could I then sell with Inigo?
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