Boxes up, boxes down,
Time to move another time,
So tired and so sick,
Enough with the 'freaken switch!
I broke my mirror,
Walked under a ladder,
And crossed a black cat,
Worst day to move or what?
Piles of folded cloths all around,
Trying to balance a box and a shoo,
Tripping in something hard,
Now all the piles a mess.
Giving up the tidiness,
Stuffing it all in a black bag,
Then tossing it out the door,
Shoot, what did I hit now?
Watching the neighbours cat run,
Oh noes I have to run after,
That cat is way too fast,
Running around and around.
Finally catch it and checking up,
No damage is done,
The cat owner glaring angry at me,
That will be my que to leave!
Getting back to the packing,
Watching the mess,
Letting out a frustrated sigh,
And pray the gods show mercy,
When I unpack this mess.
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