Inspiration fromDr. Seuss (though I quickly digress)
Whenever I move to someplace that’s cool
I always say this is the move
That will change my groove
And clean out my home
But when I arrive at the new place
And describe the storage problems I’ve yet to face
Mom says on the phone
“Don’t leave it alone!
Stop moving it here
And moving it there.
Throw it out, before it’s a disgrace!”
But alas and alack!
First it’s the task
of cleaning out this small little space.
All through the closets and under the bed
Into the drawers and over my head
I’ve cleaned and I’ve dusted
I’m thoroughly disgusted
At the state I learned I was living in.
There were boxes from Nashville
Boxes from Jackson
Boxes from way back before then.
I’ve moved many times
That’s really too true.
There was Chattanooga
Home of the ChooChoo.
And Nashville
With country music, and Opryland too.
Then Jackson,
Not in the Delta
Finally here,
that’s Atlanta.
Now soon a new town
With nary a frown
Yet I still must face this place down.
Now for weeks on end,
I lift and I bend
To the Dumpster! I cry
And heave a great sigh
For that’s another carload.
To Goodwill and the dumpster,
Both places I’ve been
Though more often this month than ever.
Now I look around with a sigh
And know there’s no reason to cry
For it’s almost quite done
Despite the great heat
And to think that I fit it all in 600 square feet!