Boxes. Poem by Res John Burman
Boxes.
When I
First moved into
This house I had a bed
And a rocking chair to my name.
And boxes. About two
Hundred boxes
Of books.
I told
A neighbour I
Was sitting on boxes.
I was eating off boxes too.
I was putting my feet
Up on boxes.
Boxes
Two weeks
Later my new
Friend asked me if
I was still eating off boxes
“Not now” I said “Now I
Have a brand new
Dinner plate! ”
27th March 2008
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