Nesting

My wife is quite ambitious, and
She felt our home was drab.
She thought we ought to decorate
I said, ‘give it a stab!’

I told her I’d go shopping for
The things that we would need.
And she could then arrange them at
Her own leisurely speed.

I’d done some decorating too
In youthful days now past.
And knew it didn’t take a lot
To spice a place up fast.

My wife had something else in mind,
Apparently I found;
For she said words I’d never heard
And made a dreadful sound.

Upon return, she said to me,
‘You’re madder than the loons,’
And ‘why the devil did you buy
Crepe paper and balloons!?!’