Stuff.
There’s so much of it nowadays.
Though never enough,
Or so we’re led to believe,
So set in our insatiable ways.
A good ol’ pile of stuff
Some of us do love.
They think it’s a gift
From the very gods above.

Did you see that advert on TV recently?
A neat plastic chamber
That can cover an onion, a celery,
A cucumber—
You press down on it a handful of times
And it slices and dices with not even a huff!
Move over, knife,
Because here’s even more stuff!

For drawers, for cupboards,
For wardrobes and shelves,
Stuffed full...