It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks go to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who selects the weekly photo prompt and conducts the Friday Fiction choristers. My contribution is below. Tune up your vocal chords, follow the imaginary bouncing ball and sing along. Then check out the link and you’ll just want to sing some more.
Don’t you see, it’s not right
Can’t you understand my plight?
I don’t want to fight,
but you can’t have it all your way.
We’ve got oak on the floors
We’ve got walnut for the doors,
teak and ash galore,
but on this I must have my say.
Maple trims are fine,
and I don’t mind pine –
for the tables and chairs it’s alright.
I gave you a free hand
when you claimed my tastes were bland;
but now I must take a stand,
and I won’t have a wooden light.