Moving
By Laura Callender
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Sat on a box
As it poured down outside
I waited and waited
And waited for my ride
It came around fast
That dreaded moving day
Because I hated packing
I was tempted to stay
The lorry pulled up
And out popped Sam
A pretty scrummy
Moving man
He had everything loaded
With not even a moan
I was off on my journey
To my new place called home!
Six months later
The boxes left unpacked
I'd been far too busy
Playing footsie in the sack
I met a guy called Sam
Did I mention he was scrummy?
Well on the journey home
He was really really funny!
He lived pretty close
And he came over everyday
It got to the point
Where I asked him to stay
He needs to bring his stuff over
And we need a moving man
You see Sam can't do it
He's a very busy man!
We've barely left the bedroom
Let alone the house
I have a little inkling
I'm soon to be his spouse!
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Comments
You painted the picture well.
You painted the picture well. So great it ended on a positive note.
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left me wanting more Emma :)
Hi Emma, I hope your well.
I enjoyed this and left me wanting more, it is hard to get inspired with the word moving, so well done.
ps poems or storys don't always have to be complicated or long, easy or simple is good too :))))))))
Keep Smiling
Keep Writing xxx
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