The water bed, your purple phone,
the fuzzy ten-pound bear...
I glimpsed these things behind the door,
when privy to your lair.

You then decided blue was in-
and only blue would do.
So, cobalt, royal, navy...;
marked the years in moody hue.

Overnight your tastes; they changed...
Oh years: I wanted more!
Yes, now it's china, lace, and white,
for you grew up behind the door.