UnPackFest 2006

I currently feel ridiculously overburdened with stuff. In order to unpack, I have to give away the entire existing contents of my bedroom. In doing so, I found, amongst other things, my poetry notes from sixth grade. I was a crafty little thing with a limerick when I was eleven.

There was a young lady from Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger.
They came back from the ride
with the lady inside
and the smile on the face of the tiger.

There once was a woman with hair
who grew it not quite like a bear.
She tripped on a jar
and went to the bar
that drunken old woman with hair.

There once was a man from Peru
who loved making blueberry stew.
But when it came to the dishes,
he blew up his fishes
that pyromaniac from Peru.

One day in my history class
we were visited by an old ass.
It wasn't on a leash,
so we gave it some keish,
and never came back that old ass.