How much farrow and ball does the world really need,
When will we be too too tasteful?
Will all the dives
Become too gentrified,
Will all that’s bright become hateful?
The march of the neutral, the hoards of the taupe,
The mouse ear, the off white, the bone.
The urban landscape will melt into one
And we’ll all have a beautiful home.
And once they have painted that final top coat they’ll look at their cafes and say
“We’re high end, we’re top notch, exclusive, so chic,
of course our dear customers must pay”
Put prices sky high, make them feel so elite
The margins will shoot ever upwards.
But beware greedy traders
You really should know
That business can also move backwards.
A few weeks will go and a new place will show
Up, with paintwork a shimmering sage.
You watch punters flock
To the new kid on block
And wonder where did you go wrong.
The moral is clear:
You’ve nothing to fear
If you look after people not property.
Shun farrow and ball
Ignore revamp calls
And you’ll end up with profits not uppity.