Packing with Poe

[shoori]

Once upon an August heated
While I toiled, near defeated,
Over many a box of stuff I'd swear I never saw before;
I was packing, close to screaming
While my mind it started dreaming
Dreaming of a day that I now can but cry for,
Of a joyous, happy day when packing will be all done for.
That day arriveth? Nevermore.I am SO TIRED OF PACKING

Comments

[yanagi_sen]

LOL... dinner out is generally easy to agree to. Its picking the place that is hard.

[lady_readwolf]

[laughs] that's a great little poem. I want to steal it and store it in the files........

dinner out? mmmm, that sounds good. and you're so lucky--I bet you have many choices, ne? Italian. Mexican. Pizza. Chinese. I kinda miss the Cuban, but I'm not sure if that's taken on outside of South Florida..... Oooh, or BBQ and-and-and-

^___^ Good luck with the packing. Hang in there. It has to end eventually. and then it's the *unpacking* you get to stress and complain over! ^__^

*chuus*