Oh, Farrow & Ball,
We must have Elephant’s Breath in the hall.
There’s a room where I go for a drink,
That will be Sulking Room Pink.
Charleston Gray, London Clay,
Setting Plaster and Card Room Green,
Incarnadine, Borrowed Light, Skylight,
What are these colours, pray?
Eating Room Red for where I am fed,
Pale Hound or Bone, but I want Oxford Stone.
So shut up, Bertie.
Such pithy verse, but from who’s pen?
Could it be some unknown ‘Betjeman’?
Or perhaps our Bloggers torpor state
Moved him thus to so create?
Yet with vigorous haste we must exhume
The dreary elephant in the room;
For poetic prose of such high regard
Demand interiors more avant-garde,
With so many choices where to begin-
Do Farrow & Ball make tonic and gin?