ksmith8 wrote:Once upon a midnight dreary, Bags of crap make me weary,
Back into my chair, returning, all my fingers itching, burning,
Success! At last, a tracking Number! The long awaited tracking score!
Surely, said I, surely there is something shipping, dimensions greatly pending!
Let me see what sizes ending, and these crappy bags explore -
Let my heart be still and my tracking numbers adore -
Crappy shipment, and nothing more.
Open here, the crap-bag tracking, when, with much todo and finger smacking,
In there stepped reality galore.
Figments of imagination, dark and twisted, lackluster shipping confirmation,
One pound, it says, weighs my a-waited crap of rancor,
A foot cubed, this mystery I wait to explore,
Crappy tracking, nothing more
Then the forum, abuzz and lighty, talking of dimensions flighty,
By the crapload, weights and measures the masses did outpour,
`Though it be the shipment goes`, I said, `over smartpost cargos,
The travel time, it is subjected to methods considered lessor,
Expect it not upon the morrow, rather upon the winds of change it soars'
Read LEM's Primer - por favor.
Day by day, hour by hour, watching,waiting soon devour,
All breath within me, as if I had laid upon the seashore,
A tick! a movement of the tracking, as a redwood falling, cracking,
Moving closer to my celestial wanton door,
My dreams are peaking while I slumber in sopor,
Crap soon cometh, while I snore.
Local FedEx doth deliver! The excitement now makes me quiver!
2-3 days for delivery soon, around the box we will commune,
To share in delight the mystery within, I implore
To share the wonder of the crappy bag, strewn about the wooden floor,
Crap has come upon my shore.
With breathless wonder, I tear the box asunder,
And much to my surprise and fear, on opening that box of lore,
Crap, I find has taken toll, Oh this heartless game enroll!
My wish for something so much better, something worthy of decor,
Dashed to tiny bargain plastic pieces strewn about the floor,
Only Crap - and nothing more.