Ikea furniture, you’re such a tease.

We get so excited, we fall to our knees.

When we finally decide that it’s time to buy,

we drive to your store and we let out a sigh.

All of the choices and many, so cool.

“Who would pay more? Only a fool!”

That’s what we say while we load up our cart.

We drive home and laugh ‘cuz we think we’re so smart.

But when we get home, the excitement wears off,

the joke turns around and laughs while we scoff.

You see, as quickly as our joy came,

the anger and bickering begins just the same.

“I know how to read this,” she will declare.

“Just give me the allen wrench, Lori my dear.”

“Did you count the bolts Matt, why won’t you listen?”

“How ’bout I trash this stuff,” I say as I glisten.

The dry sweat beads begin to form on my head,

I immediately regret the moment I said,

“Why don’t we get a new couch or a table.”

For here we now stand and we’re simply not able.

On and on it goes until something looks wonky.

That one goes in the corner so it doesn’t look funky

while it sits in the living room, still kinda cool.

But not like at Ikea when it caused us to drool.