Moving (With A U-Haul) Poem by david lessard

Don't you hate to move?
Even if it's just a mile or two?
Don't you hate the hassle of it all?
Don't you hate U-Haul? I know I do.

I once took, from Phoenix, a U-Haul,
'cross the country,
The load kept shifting, from here to there;
I didn't have any side view mirrors,
and half the time, my tires were leaking air.

I finally got a mirror in Carson City,
it was nice to see behind me in the lane;
I got a tire for the truck in Tacoma,
But then I had a flat on the car, in Idaho,
in pouring rain.

In Fargo, I had to replace another tire,
From then on, all seemed just keen;
and when I dropped the U-Haul off in
Vermont,
I went to the state liqour store,
to see Jim Beam.

It helped to drown out ten days of traveling,
another shot and it didn't seem so bad;
another quick one, I started laughing,
and things didn't seem so sad.

But next time, I'll not haul a thing,
as I cross this wide, wide land;
I'll call whoever does that stuff,
and they can haul it in their van.

(I saw my kids in Washington state,
that's why I took the long route;
if you were wondering, what the heck?
that's why I went the round-a-bout) .