My stuff
The blue-rimmed plates, the roasting pan;
All of the mugs except for the ones from France.
The Pauper's Cookbook, with its recipes for something, peas and ham
And cream in large amounts.
The real towel, and the towel that's a rag now
For mopping up spills,
The first-aid box of out-of-date, undated pills,
All the furniture, which harbours
Two-tone grains of woodworm larvas?
Larvae, and they're adults now
In any case. The landlord mustn't know.