Oh say can you clear
This chaos for me
This mess I have made
In the name of “Moving”
Would be simple you see
If I were compulsive
I could just take charge
And go go go until I was done
No bookcases or furniture
Would stand in my way
Not today or any day
But alas that’s not me
So today I WILL be
Doing it My Way
As always…
(This poem was inspired by my shoving the bookcase — with my butt —
to make room for the box and black plastic tote seen in the photo. Whatever works, right?)
