The night Max redid the dining room
And made decorating mischief of one kind and another
With aqua chairs and curtains and a strange moderne hutch
To say nothing of the peculiar daisy-candle thing about to fall off the edge of the table,
His wife said “Wild thing!
What was wrong with English Colonial?”
And left him in the room without any supper.
And because Max had built a bizarre windowbox in the room
That very night a forest grew
Until Max couldn’t even see what he was eating or who had come over for dinner
Which, given the sort of Wild Things who tended to go to Max’s dinner parties
Was probably Not Such A Bad Idea.
And when he finally located the leftover Kraft Dinner he had heated up
It was still hot.