Ode To My Furniture

On a vast shipping barge

‘twixt Seattle and Anch’rage, 

float my best, homely goods,

what wouldn’t fit in my luggage.

My bed and my tables,

twenty-five pounds of flour.

Cat litter and dresser,

how I’ve counted the hours!

Since C-U when they rolled you

away on a dolly.

I’ve longed for you, 

tho furnished friends think,

“Why, such folly!”

Green sofa and chairs,

you’re so much needed here,

for this cold, hard wood floor

is kinda tough on my.... um...feet.

O, pots! O, pans!

My baking skills languish!

How long must I subsist

on ramen and sandwich??

Lord, if You can see it

’mongst the tonnage of metal,

please speed my wee shipment

On fleet wings, up to Bethel!