House Rules By Choice!

A little bit of a change in pace today, as I continue to write about the many lifestyle choices, I try to make in my life if it wasn't for the daily space invades.

Last night one of my support workers attended this first performance poetry competition "Page to Stage!" of the Ipswich Poetry Feast.  My support worker has had little contact with this side of Ipswich's culture, despite many times being a captive audience of my poetry scribbles. As usual I come away inspired to put my poet's fingers to the keys on my computer keyboard only this time my support workers got in on the act! So here's what we have to say to other invades of my home.

House Rules

I know house rules suck,

But we’re talking about stuff!

My house, my way,

So I ask don’t touch,

In my house this means you!

Maybe I should hang a sign,

Creative genus at work,

Pencils the lie every which way,

But I ask you not to touch,

In my house this means you!

Sketches lie here and there,

Often with no floor to spare,

Yeah, some lying incomplete,

 But I ask you not to touch,

In my house this means you!

Oil pastels that roll onto the floor,

My eyes seem to miss,

Becoming taped under my wheels,

But I ask you not to touch,

In my house this means you!

My paint table often wobbles,

Paint pallets fly into the air,

Then goes splat on the floor,

But I ask you not to touch,

In my house this means you!

Then there’s my note pads,

With lines of unfinished poems,

And lose pages that fall out,

But I ask you not to touch,

In my house this means you!

Not all my sketches are on pictures,

Many are character traits of

Characters that live in my head.

These pages you must not touch.

In my house this means you!

Which brings me to my offices

And the stack of half written manuscripts,

That sit on my desk and spill onto the floor,

These pages you must not touch.

In my house this means you!

Didn’t know about these house rules?

That hang on my wall for you to read,

Do not enter my office,

Lots of things I don’t want you to touch,

In my house this means you!

Documents that are confidential,

Not to be read by your preying eyes,

Please keep out of office,

Lots of things I don’t want you to touch,

In my house this means you!

Let me see have we talked about my kitchen,

You seem often to want to rearrange,

There are many things I can’t fine,

Lots of things I don’t want you to touch,

In my house this means you!

You may not like my kitchen design

But it was created with only me in mind,

Why must my mugs be grouped?

Lots of things I don’t want you to touch,

In my house this means you!

Look I have this thing about my pantry,

I like to see a certain way so glass jars don’t break,

Please don’t place them at the front,

Things in the pantry don’t touch,

In my house this means you!

Yeah, I get to you my rules are a pain,

But these are my rules all the same,

Its my house, my way,

So I ask don’t touch,

In my house this means you!

Debbie Chilton and Shannon Jones, © Copyright, 2013.

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