Poem about a house full of stuff |
The Full House The time has come, it's do or die It all has got to go From Barbie dolls to softball gloves I'll find them high or low My fishing rod that I so loved When I was just a kid Both basketball and bowling ball No longer will stay hid I'll find them all, those treasures old From days of long ago They'll all be gone from my full house Come twister, hail, or snow Now I've begun, the game's afoot What will be my first prize The jersey from my high school team Has come into my eyes But maybe I'll look somewhere else That may not be the one For when I see that shirt I think Of all the games we won I see it now, that old train set It sits and gathers dust But wait, someday I'll set it up Once I scrape off the rust My vinyl records, they can go Although I do have fears They might be worth a fortune in Another hundred years And those old clothes that fit no more Since I've grown round and plump But why give up, they'll fit just fine Once fifty pounds I dump I've got it now, I see the light It's all clear in my head What I must do is ditch the house And keep the junk instead (36 lines) |