A Moving Poem

Our stuff arrives today in metal box
with tables, pictures, dishes, beds and socks
Strong folk will haul it safely (!) home inside
Our stuff it has survived a tempestuous ride
Across France-land by truck to port Marseille
On open sea beyond the Med’s large bay
From Atlantic to the Gulf of Mexico
Our stuff on waves and waves so high and low
In Houston there it sat, inspection near
Where customs x-rayed our stuff and said all clear
A truck it brings it to our happy door
Today, I guarantee, won’t be a bore

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