Poetry, Uncategorized

MOVING HOUSE

moving house

 

IF I were a snail

I’d pack my shell

With clothes and books

And toys as well.

 

IF I were an elephant

I’d pack my trunk

With utensils and crockery

And wine un-drunk.

 

IF I were a pelican

I’d pack my beak

With lamps and candles

And old antiques.

 

IF I were a koala

I’d pack my pouch

With carpets and paintings

And my nice red couch.

 

BUT humans aren’t adapted well

So I have a cunning plan:

I’ll use my brain, not trunk or shell,

And hire a Transit Van.

 

 

p.s. I’ve been gripped by a serious case of procrastination: writing poetry when I should be packing boxes 😉

 

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