Ensnared with tape, in cardboard stacked
Doth rest my books in sad estate.
I glance at them, by headache wracked,
Oppressed by every box and crate.
The blog cries out to be renewed,
To speak again of Hook and Smee!
Thus pressured, I become unglued,
And so resort to poetry.
Hope the move goes smoothly, with no naval types, flying brats or any other troublemakers impeding your voyage!
ReplyDeleteJust about every other obstacle, but at least not those!
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