There stands a Billy bookcase.
You inspect it from a Poäng chair.
Passed a row of Malm beds
Kallax catches your stare.
A plant and Lack table later
your apartment’s full of card.
Stuffed to the brim Frakta
line up for the junkyard.
A swing by Sainsbury’s does it.
Now you’ve Côtes de Provence for days
powering up the Samsung
settling into JLS replays.
Up on the kitchen counter
shines a bag of Kettle crisps or three.
A bowl or two each evening
will get you through quarantine.