Pristine Knick Knacks lined shelves of glass
Displayed for all to silently see,
Worshipping moulded humdrum chintz
Reverence held reverently.
Doors to sideboard always closed
To protect the objects from invading dust.
A barrier against the outside world,
One locked with Granny’s whispered curse.
Glasses, thimbles, sparkling spoons
Piles of treasured tokens bright
A dragon’s hoard on a doily nest
A trove of glittering shite.