Filth (a Sonnet)

The carpet was a browner shade of grey -
Int'resting stains of mud and shit and things.
When had it last been cleaned?
.............................................no one could say;
Because it was no longer a carpet...
It was an ecological marvel!
Teeming with life and organic matter.
Within't you could hide a bag of marbles
(as long as they were really small and brown).
But when I think of all the times I've trod
Upon the pile, now thin and full of crap.
I wonder... just who was the stingy sod
Who chose this bargain basement bit of rug?
Oh well, at least it's only at the office...
Oh bollocks, no it ain't - I'm still at home!