The Bedroom Door

Trying to become less angry (a few weeks ago) about property damage, I wrote a poem about my daughters bedroom door. I'm not a poet and was not going to share it but recent tweets have suggested it might make people smile??!!

So here goes

The bedroom door

Once I was clean and somewhat sturdy,

Over the years I've become battered and dirty.

Battered from slamming and shoving and kicking,

Dirty from marking and writing and sticking.

I am holding on tightly, by hinges so weak,

That now I've developed a very loud creak.

Time has come for me to go,

Replacement looms, I surely know.

My owner wants me to remain,

He's mine, I hear her loudly proclaim

She doesn't like change, no not all

Even if it's just the replacement of an old door.

So I have been given a little bit longer

Patched up and glued to get a bit stronger.

Like many other broken things here,

Maybe I'll last for another year?

I can not photo the door as her name is all over it! So I've taken a picture from a very old book, no copyright restrictions, with instructions on how to mend a door!