The shelves are full, the boxes stacked.
My office space is out of whack.
Boxes here, boxes there—
Boxes of books are EVERYWHERE!!
I cannot walk. I cannot file.
Everywhere’s another pile.
There’s no room for “just one more.”
I cannot even see the floor.
I do not like this messy room.
It fills me with a sense of doom.
I have to free my office space
To put a smile upon my face.
The answer’s clear—now don’t you know?
All these books must go, Go, GO!!!
Son 1, Son 2, Sons 3 and 4
Are hauling boxes out the door.
At Lawndale Pres., the first of June—
Sale starts at 3:00 that afternoon.
History, science, even Greek—
Won’t you come and take a peek?
Some books are used, and some are new.
Can they find a home with you?
At 7:00 sharp we’ll close the door.
We won’t be selling any more.
The price is low; the bargain’s great.
Make a note and mark the date.
Treasures pulled from all the nooks.
Come to our sale and BUY SOME BOOKS!!
Mary Jo Tate
and visions of boxes here too, although I wish I could blame it on a book sale!!
I hope it goes great for you and that you sell much. I really loved your poem.
🙂
Nancy