Moving house

Moving house

The time has come, the wife said so
To sell the house and let it go
Fill the boxes, cases, bags.
With everything including rags.

The house is bare nothing more
Now off it goes into store.
The van is empty no dilemma
We take ourselves to stay with Emma

We only planned to stay week
House fell through, we’re up the creek
In property we dig and delve
That single week turns into twelve.

At last we’ve found a place we like
So Emma says “get on your bike.”
We hire a van, get in the groove
Is it true we’re on the move

Lots of lifting shifting and profanity
This moving lark is plain insanity
Bed in the kitchen, chairs in the loo
No Elvis clock, I’m in the poo.

Three weeks in settling down
Got a leak going to drown
Plumber came says he’ll fix it
Then he made a rapid exit

Boxes empty, lawn is mowed
Paid the gardner what he’s owed
Upping sticks can be a pain
We will never move again

…………YET!