Ticket for this weeks poetry bus

Okay, this week's poetry bus is driven by the supremely talented Barbara who, in return for a ticket, is demanding a poem beginning with the line "I got down on my knees and smelled the new linoleum..."
As I missed last week's journey due to a four day break (sorry Phadraig!!) and as Barbara's offspring are currently occupying the 27 seats down the back, I'd better get in early to guarantee a place.
I am afraid that I have bent the rules ever so slightly, adding (as it happens) the word 'bended' to the line given, instant disqualification in some circumstances, but much more serious transgressions have been ignored in World Cup qualifiers (still bitter), so I prostrate myself at Barbara's feet and beg for leniency.

-ium

I got down on my bended knees and smelled the new linoleum,
Matches poised adroitly o’er the jamjar of petroleum.
Upon the wall, a classic view of ancient Herculaneum,
Chalk-white pillars decked with both nasturtium and geranium.
Through the yawning doorway, I could see his new solarium;
The carp conferring vacantly inside his large aquarium;
The picture of him posing in the pulpit on the podium
(A self-indulgent photograph I always viewed with odium –
Why would one want a photo at a death-dull moratorium
Of oneself droning drily to a half-full auditorium?);
The brochures on his desk for his Miami condominium,
Gloomy in the shadow of the shrivelling delphinium;
A snapshot of the WAGs night out (to use a mundane idiom);
The cabinet of drinks no doubt frequented post meridiem;
The silent clock beside the door, hands studded with zirconium,
Colours clashing brusquely in artistic pandemonium;
His speech to his shareholders in a vain attempt to rally ‘em;
The dead canary in its cage beside the jar of valium;
The worsted patterned carpet, pile once lush and thick, now medium;
The works of Milton, unabridged, to ward off any tedium...

From upstairs came a moaning caused by sexual delirium,
Rising to crescendo from the husband-snatching Miriam.
I got up off my knees and said a decade in memoriam,
And then I turned his house into a raging crematorium.