Twas the night just last Friday
and through the abode
With boxes a plenty,
the men did unload
For this poet was moving
To a house now in town
As I did pack the boxes
It was chaos unbound
Well I got bored just writing
kitchen, bathroom and such
I decided quite madly
needs a good poets touch
For the labels on boxes
Helpful not for the task
"This label says Whips"
said the chap, had to ask
My labels were bonkers
I wrote 'contains skulls'
and bad taxidermy
of roadkill seagulls
It's bottles of air
If it's heavy, it's bricks
and a label in red
said collection of sticks
I wrote labels a plenty
And I'm sorry dear mates
I realized, I'm foolish..
for I can't find the plates
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