Aug 29, 2007 17:21
Twas the night before moving
and all 'cross the floor
the boxes were strewn,
or piled by the door.
The cars were gassed up,
the tires had been filled
The spiders that haunted
the closets were killed.
The cats had been fed,
And the horse sent away
much to his mommy's
dispair and dismay.
The drive would be long,
the roads would be hot,
and internet access
of much there is not
And to every divinity
I will hope and will pray
that my little car makes it
at least most of the way.