Take the Stannah Stairlift to Paradise,
now wouldn't that be nice,
fitting included in the price.
Sitting there with slippers on
watching the downstairs rooms receding,
a quiet hum as the clouds drift by.
Stoked up on medicated bliss
life could never be better than this.
As the landing hoves into view
wallpaper looking down at you
to meet and greet the carpet there
at the familiar turn of the stair,
you gradually reach the heady heights,
the doorbell goes as in a dream,
an ambulance light is pulsing there;
time is short and the clouds are blue
not even time to do your hair.