The Stain

You remember it so clearly
the fun, the laughs, no pain
Until the single, fateful slip
which made that damned stain
in the carpet, in the wood
your house was it's to claim
So up go your sleeves and here come your towels
But nothing can kill the stain
Yours sprays and your towels try their best
and yet the curse doth remain
until the plauge is everywhere
so you set your house aflame
                                                                                                   the ashes ride on the wind
                                                                                                                            your body on the train
until your new floor is on your feet
Almost, but not quite, the same
But what? How!? In the corner over there
                                 an ash, not so tame
so you keep your guests out of that room
                                 as if twas just game

Because you know, the past cannot die
                                                                                                                                                  and nothing can kill the stain.