Storing Poem by Phil Soar

I keep things in my cupboards
And I forget I put them there
Stored for years on shelves, in tiers
Scattered everywhere
I've always made excuses
For the times I store these treasures
I'm trying to convince myself
I'll use them at my leisure
The garage is like a market place
With goods that age each year
When someone asks to borrow them
I don't know that they're here
And still the tiers grow taller
And I buy new shelving too
It won't be long before I store things
In the downstairs loo
I once lost something valuable
Among the rows of tat
I wouldn't know how I'd find it
And so that's the end of that