Carpet

I was once a most prepossessing sight,
Blue, velvet and artistically designed.
The crowd professed their deepest wishes
To have me claimed, kept, washed
and dusted!
Oh, I was acquired tout de suite
By a zealous merchant who somehow knew,
To ceremoniously sell me to an imposing king.
How I was treated with magnificent pride!
I was acclaimed, commended and immensely boasted.
But time perished enough to have me ousted.
And now I lie alone in a street’s corner,
Soiled, ripped and in cerulean rags.
The crowd profess their deepest wishes
To have me dragged, hurled, discarded
and dumped!