Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Packing Verse

Gentle visitors, our dear Palinurus is now engaged in a very moving task. Thus, we offer a brief packing verse, below, and invite any of our gentle visitors, so inclined, to contribute their own poetic or prosaic ruminations (preferably dark or cautionary) on moving.
A pox upon this empty box,
Which thrice have I rebuffed;
"Oh, fill me with thy vital stocks!"
"Oh, yeah?" says I, "Get stuffed!"

11 Comments:

Anonymous Disappointed Movee said...

My last move was accomplished by a character named Van, who seemed like he had just stepped off a latter-day Mayflower.

He arrived with Dolly, who was very short but sturday. He said, of her, "We are, how you say, Allied. United."

"You mean, married?"

"Yes, yes," he said. "Don't worry: I am the driver, she is only Ryder."

I looked over his delapidated truck. "This is a long move. Are you sure you can handle it?

"Sure, sure," he said. "We been over all North American. One state, two state, Allstate. Doesn't matter."

But, when I showed him the ancient, upright piano, he shook his head. "No, no. Too heavy. We can't haul. UHaul."

2/23/2005 11:19:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Re Disappointed Movee -- I am Bekin-ing to get it.

2/23/2005 11:34:00 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

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2/23/2005 12:26:00 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

"Can you believe what he just did?", The Pepper asked the Salt, from deep inside their moving ride. "I think it's your damn fault."

The Salt shot back with less than tact, "Don't be a frikking putz! For under me (just look and see) is Ashtray, and his butts.

2/23/2005 12:27:00 PM  
Blogger Harvey Young said...

How do I write a moving verse that would be fit to post.

I could write about my move at night but that would be lost on most.

I can tell the tale of our moving day so many years ago, but I'd rather not relive those days and that sad tale of woe.

I will just say good luck to you, and whisper a silent prayer. For if your house is like mine I would not want to be there.

2/23/2005 02:51:00 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

This movin' game is such a pain
And more than that I just ain't sayin'

2/23/2005 11:04:00 PM  
Blogger Ned said...

Careful fingers
gingerly wrapped
the fragile wares
in sheets
of wisdom from
editions of
The Wall Street Journal.
Each cupboard
and shelf
picked clean.
20 years of the
National Review
boxed for future generations;
a time-capsule
treasury of opinions.
A deliberate
cushioning of memory
until
the anything drawer
unceremoniously
dropped into a box
necessary now
yet
never to be opened
in the new life.

2/24/2005 06:59:00 AM  
Blogger palinurus said...

some write of great adventure,
beats sitting back and grooving,
but I instead will firmly say,
"I hate moving!"

2/24/2005 10:54:00 AM  
Blogger Remainderman said...

Dear friends, I don't know which is worse:
Moving boxes or packing verse.

2/24/2005 01:44:00 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Boxes are poxes.

2/24/2005 08:34:00 PM  
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