Confession: I own 7 IKEA bags, and they get used as much as any other bags I own.
Yep, I have access to lots of bags, but I still rate the humble IKEA bag as high as any. So I wrote you all a poem about it…I hope it doesn’t make you puke.
Ode to Big Blue
They say the old European coffee houses
Spurred great thoughts amongst friends and spouses
Yet the effect of these must surely lag
Behind the migrations catalysed by the IKEA bag
Impossibly cheap, yet Tardis-like expandable
Performance light, yet nearly indestructible
Gripped by fist or shoulder born
With that blue tarp that can’t easily be torn
They sit there with mouths agape
Swallowing clothes or gear or medical tape
They carry work parts for an upcoming tradeshow
Or hide in cupboards nursing your winter stow
I’ve used them for wetties, kids, pets and puke
I’ve lost them or replaced them without worry or duke
While they might lack the cachet of Louis Vuitton
In a stew, I’ll always reach for the IKEA big blue
Sorry now, that’s enough of my terrible verse
I’m just sayin, the IKEA big blue will replace my hearse.