Every time we've sold our house and left for a trip around the United States, we've written a poem three days before we left...so we're up to...one poem. Enjoy.
Then it's time to go.
Our living space will shrink,
While our gas expense will grow.
The house is all empty.
Our belongings are few.
Not a termite is stirring,
(We paid $45 for a review.)
The daughter has the knock knock jokes.
The son will tell the groaners.
Yet serious moments there will be,
As we register all the organ donors.
We look forward to your support.
Though we can handle some rejection.
Just know if you don't hear from us
We're just looking for an internet connection...
-the dad
(See the Countdown on our Trip Page)
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