It doesn't scan, and the rhyming's rubbish - but I've got to pick the kids up from school, and then take them to swimming lessons and then take them to football. I've run out of time. So, here it is anyway, TFE's poem...
Evidence of snuffles, tuffles of tissues
clouds of cottony snottingly mush
ten thousand receipts, crumpled
to a rumpled mercantile origami.
A swim cap, a crayon, commando crumbs
waiting to stage attacks under nails of
fingers and thumbs.
Argos pen pilfered - casual thievery, up the slievery.
small celibate change, a lonely English ten pee
left on deposit, kept in the closet
liberated for beggars if they look suitably sad
I think you'll agree its a colourful melee,
but hardly room for my hands in the crush.