As much as I don’t like to pack,
You’d think that after coming back
I’d simply do things in reverse,
But emptying is almost worse.
The dirty stuff goes in the wash
But since I overpack, well, gosh!
I have to sort and put away
The unworns for another day.
They’re wrinkled, though, so should I wait
To iron at a later date
Or hang them up with crease and fold?
Procrastination’s taken hold.
My suitcase sits for several days
And it will take a few delays
Until at last I zip it closed,
And order’s once again imposed.
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