Packing For a Louse of a Spouse

First he gets three shoes; none of them mates. And my yesterday's steak on a blue dinner plate. I will throw in a wet towel to make sure his clothes mold. Am I being diabolical? No. Just a tiny bit cold. He is going on vacation to sit in the sun. I want to make sure to spoil most of his fun. Why he cannot pack himself one way or another I truly blame on his overbearing indulgent sweet mother. In goes an onion, to play havoc with his underwear. I have dyed them pink too, to show that I care., In goes a tiny mouse I found, and a cracker so pure. I know he'll have a great time now, oh yes, for sure!