The winter chill had started to set in
The heating laboured all the long grey day
To give us warmth, while in the parlour room
We played board games to keep the cold at bay.

Enough! said I, enough! We shall repair
To those who deal in attic insulations
And purchase fibreglass; and thus we did;
But soon upstairs we found new complications.

The granary was strewn, as fields of battle,
With bits of history piled in a mess -
Toys, clothes and tents and books, a copper kettle -
So we cleaned up the past, with great success.

An ageing rusty Z-bed stubbornly
Refused to move; and so we let it be.

Tags: poetry, sonnet