It’s spring cleaning time. Thanks to my husband we can park two cars in the garage now. But there’s still so much, that needs to get tossed/sold/donated.
When our realtor sold us our home years ago, he said “You’ll never fill up this house.” Well, that was then, and this is now.
The stuff all around
has gotten so tall.
It’s time to downsize
I’ve issued the call.
That English project
Yes, from ’62,
must go out the door
’tis the thing to do.
The silverplate’s out
in more ways than one.
Sniff, sniff, I loved you
But you all are done.
Coffee and tea pots,
Chafing dishes, trays,
Sugar and creamers,
No, none of it stays.
VHS kid tapes,
cassette tapes many,
my cornucopia,
a horn of plenty.
Boxes piled high, NO–
Toys R’nt Us any more.
Books, dolls, games, markers,
Toys galore’s out the door.
Pictures are going
right out of their frames.
Must find a new place
so I’m not to blame.
Good grief, they all say,
“That’s not a solution.”
Yes, I say back and
it’s my resolution.
Sniff-sniff to our toys stuff,
It’s been fun while it lasted,
But now is the time
for nothing else added.
Have a great weekend!
