Julia Groves

Rookie (June 15,1999)

A Pack-Rat - Poem by Julia Groves

The ground is covered from my toes to my knees
Nothing in order, like a giant swarm of bees.
There is books to my left, trash to my right
I swear, there isn't an empty space in sight.
I admit I'm a pack-rat (who owns twenty-four backpacks)
There is a single room, all full of snack packs.
I have a enormous collection of mustard
Everything is tight, yes, it is clustered.
I have a closet of clothes, it's hight up to my nose
Oh please help me, I even have a rainbow colored hose!
I keep Netflix movies and library books
I don't return peoples belonging, I have 19 pirate hooks.
I have a long row, all of broken heaters
There is even fifty-nine buckets, all full of ceder!
I keep all my mail, even pictures of aunt Suzy in jail
Even aunt Jessie's wedding veil.
Including people's old junk mail; which is chewed by my dog
Plus eleven logs, from the downtown bog!

I know I'm a hoarder, but for me; there's no boarders.

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  • (4/27/2010 7:27:00 PM)

    very nice poem........................................ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

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