A myriad of Tupperware containers, not a single one with a lid.
A tasteless sketch of the Queen in her underwear, gosh I wish that had been hid.
A drawer full of one cent pieces, I’m beginning to despair.
A tin full of old nail clippings, why is life so unfair?
Now I knew when I inherited I‘d get the whole caboodle,
But please tell me, what am I going to do with the remains of seven labradoddles?