Rows of red, and blue and green,
Confectionary ordered pointlesly,
Only to fall, one by one,

Or all the large to the left,
and the small stacked up.

Coins in stacks of one pound,
Unless it's pennies, Then in stacks of ten.

Books piled, large at the bottom, towering up,
Pens lie in rows,
Invisible borders prevent touching,

Keys too untidy, remove from ring, arrange in circles,
Food cut into bites, counted and ordered,

Fridge ordered by food group,
Or colour,
Depending on the day,

Lighters in rows, standing tall,
Zippos together,
Clippers and disposables,
Flints in a pile,
Wicks in the little paper sleeve.

Fuse wire in the little round tin,
The one she gave me,
The one that opens with a POP.