Four hours left, three empty cases
The Dean’s denouement yesterday
Transient crap in random places
All out by 10 on Saturday.
Better not to bring it all,
Explode it out, stuff it back in
too late, and now a final call
‘till next term’s packing game begins.
Frantic effort, heart is beating,
“Laundry doesn’t do itself,”
Satsumas, erstwhile healthy eating,
Abandoned somewhere on the shelf.
Will my scout always dislike me
For leaving carnage in my wake?
Blame short terms, University
For a pant-festooned packing earthquake.
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