Like Old Tires at the Dump,
Or Used Tennies in a Clump.
Maybe Clothes no longer Wear,
Everything must be Somewhere.
Napkins, Cardboard, Old Notebooks,
Shoved in Drawers and Hidden Nooks.
Written there Or on some Sites,
Fathered during Days and Nights.
Rhymes I’ve written In this Case,
Wanted Them all in One Place.
Here They’ll stay As is my Will,
Long as I can Pay my Bill.