A poem about moving.
One day I don't like is moving day
It seems nothing goes my way
It's all hard work and boring too
There is always more to do.
You work hard and get it done
No harder thing under the sun
Furniture and clothes and stuff galore
Sorting and labeling, what a bore!
The work seems to go on forever
When will we finish my guess is never
Work hard both day and night
Heavy lifting, what a delight!
Then at last the work is through
I settle into a home brand new.
Author's note: No meter intended.