Sophia Estelle S...
Homeschool
There’s been some confusion over moving away But of course, I’ll over-stuff my suitcase But of course, I’ll rise above it For I know that’s how you’d want me to respond Yes, there’s been some confusion for you see my bedroom is Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe Packed Why are we moving, so sudden and new? I felt it the moment I over-packed you My pulse is rushing; My wheels are rolling; My face is flushing; What is this feeling? Enigmatic as a flame, does it have a name? Yes Moving! Unadulterated moving, For your boxes, your suitcase, your clothing Let’s just say, I’ll pack it all! Every little box, however small, makes my flesh begin to crawl! With simple utter moving, there’s a strange exhilaration in such total detestation Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last And I will be moving, moving my whole life long! Dear Suitcase, you are just to good! How do you pack it; I don’t think I could! It’s a terror! Your a martyr! We don’t mean to show a bias But, look there’s a moving truck! Well, these things are sent to move us! Poor suitcase, forced to pack, with someone so entrailified! We just want to tell you, we’re all on your side! We share your loathing for moving! What is this feeling, so sudden and not so new? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you! My pulse is rushing; My wheels are breaking; Oh, why are we moving? Moving! There’s a strange exhilaration, in such total detestation, it’s so pure, so boxed up! Though I do admit I boxed it up fast, still I do believe that it is packed.
And I will moving, for, forever moving! Truly, deeply loathing moving,