boxes.

So since my older brother and I are home for the holidays, my parents thought that this week would be the perfect time to move.  Two extra people to help out?  Of course our parents see us first and foremost as free manual labor!  Here are some poems that I wrote about moving.

Haiku, Titled "Boxes"

Boxes and boxes

Categories of my life

Labeled in black pen

Limerick, Titled "Boxes"

Boxes and boxes and boxes.

Stuffed full of pillows and socks-es ("soxes")

Moving away

By Saturday

Saying goodbye never rocks-es ("roxes")

Freestyle, Titled "Imma Box Someone in the Face" 

Boxes.
...And boxes.
......And BOXES.
Today I boxed.
Yesterday I boxed.
And tomorrow I will box again.
If I have to box on Friday, I'm gonna box someone in the face instead.