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.