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.