nothing makes my heart flutter and stop
like a couple of hours in a stationery shop
and nothing on earth makes me feel finer
than the chance to purchase a new fineliner
when I leave at the end
with a bag full of pens
some glue, some stencils
and a mechanical pencil
I know I'll be back
for a pack of blu-tack
some paint, blue and green
and a guillotine
I'll create some art and win your heart
(scissors and glue will endear me to you)
I'll make you a card and win your heart
these coloured letters make everything better
nothing makes my heart swell up so large
as collecting materials for a collage
and there's no finer thing to inspire the creator
than the possibility in a stack of blank paper
when I walk out the door
having emptied the store
of glitter and sketchbooks
I can't believe my luck
when I finally get home
I call you on the phone
and explain my ideas
for this pack of pipe-cleaners