‘Twas
the afternoon of the move, the flowerbeds were in bloom,
remodeling
was nearly complete, except for one bathroom.
The
balloons were hung, on the front porch with care,
In hopes
that the grandparents would soon be there.
The
workers were prepared for lifting and unpacking,
While
visions of back aches and muscle cramps were not lacking.
The
boxes were opened, and the furniture was arranged,
Not one
item was broken, shattered, or left estranged.
When out
on the front porch there arose such a clatter,
Grandpa
finished the BBQ and placed it on a platter.
Away to
the dinner table we sped with much cheer,
Please
pass the corn, the potatoes, and the beer.
We
lurched from the table and adjourned to our beds,
No sheep
and no fences were required in our heads.
Although
drifting to sleep, one thought still stuck,
I’m glad
it was just one small van, and not a Mack truck.