Ode to an Old Sideboard

Oh humble
somewhat
battered
sideboard
fresh from
ye olde
thrift shop
delivered
into our
apartment
what stories
you might tell
if only maple
could talk
but you are
dumb (no offense)
and cannot
tell us of
your once
honored place
in an abode
of romance
and sorrow
wedding cakes
you held
or was it
just jello
salad with
carrots
and cubed
pineapple
or was it
a casserole
when the old
boy died
or was it
the old girl
maybe both
oh, oh,
tragedy
"who in hell
wants this
old thing?"
the daughter
you never
like said
"call that
thrift shop
to haul it
away," she
decreed
but we
spotted you
and thought
you fine
we'll put
a fish tank
on you
hope you
don't mind