Bad Bear Day

That’s it, enough! Ted’s heard to mutter.

No more he’ll bear such utter clutter.

Breathe in and squeeze into the room

As every surface is bestrewn

With items stacked from wall to wall.

Industrious paws will clear them all –

Well, most of them, not quite the lot:

He’ll keep his favourite honey pot.

Hours pass, browned off, shamed to confess

His home’s in even sorrier mess.

Belongings were scooped up and bunched

For pigeon-holing after lunch.

However, pile for bin is thin

While heap to keep is very steep.

So few things to give away

That they can stay another day.

No question, then, alas alack,

The whole caboodle’s going back.