Don't Judge a Man by His Wallpaper

_“Don’t judge a man by his wallpaper,”
I say as she protects her eyes,
my words a cautionary prologue
intended to assuage surprise.
“These garish colours were in fashion,
and they will be in vogue again…
Don’t judge a man by his wallpaper,”
I say as she reveals disdain.
“Jesus Christ! What were you thinking?
Or were you not thinking at all?
It’s like some crayon wielding nutter
has run amok about your walls!
It’s like your sense-of-taste went awol,
it’s like a monument to kitsch…
Jesus Christ! What were you thinking?”
she says whilst flicking the light switch.
All pervasive in the darkness,
my sense of shame expressed in sighs,
I take her hand and say ‘I’m sorry,’
she shakes her head to my surprise.
“Apologies are not required,
I just need time to readjust…”
All pervasive in the darkness,
the potent sense of her disgust.