Set-abouts. I hate them all.
Knick-knacks and funky junk.
Cutesy frames and cheesy dolls.
They all leave me in such a funk.

Dust collectors and web attracters.
Who cares if Aunt Dizzy gave them to us.
A bowl of nuts and a nifty cracker.
All of this crap is like a fungus.

A trophy, a picture and two candleholders.
A doily, a lamp and several magazines.
Eclectic at best in the eyes of the beholder.
All junk that someone has to clean.

If it was up to me I'm sure you know.
My surfaces would always be bare.
All these set-abouts would have to go.
Aunt Dizzy's feelings I could hardly care.

So from now on please follow this rule.
I don't find these dust magnets funny.
And I don't mean this to be harsh or cruel.
From now on all I will accept is money.