Boxes, Boxes Everywhere
by Maude Curtis
"Honey, have you seen the dog?
He was here just last night.
I hear him whining and scratching,
He should be right in sight"
Now that we have our new home,
we're packing our accumulations.
dishes, clothes and important stuff,
and junk he bought from various nations.
The boxes are stacked everywhere
and now we can't find a thing.
in order to find the telephone
we have to follow the ring.
When we get them to the new house
and get the place in shape,
then maybe we'll find the cat and dog
all bound up in packing tape.
Author's Note: moving is a bitch
Posted on 03/13/2010
Copyright © 2023 Maude Curtis
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/13/10 at 03:50 PM|
Ha! Very clever. I don't envy you this move. labels, labels, labels..... :)
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/13/10 at 07:31 PM|
Yes- I can relate- We moved about 3 years ago and I STILL cannot find my clothes! Good luck! The cat and dog will show up. The cat will hide. the dog will bark and the phone will ring.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/14/10 at 02:54 AM|