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This poem is dedicated to Gerabel, who is having his first Booksie Birthday with us this weekend. Jerry is a very important member of Booksie, and I want him to know how much he truly is appreciated.

Jerry, I wrote this poem with you in mind. Happy Booksie Birthday.

Submitted:Oct 10, 2008    Reads: 136    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   

Pack rat, pack rat
What do you have?
I have some old rocks
From Iceland, Greece, and Spain
Hope it's not a pain.
Pack rat, pack rat
What on earth is that?
Oh, that's my old theatre make-up
In a dusty beaten box,
And some old locks.
Pack rat, pack rat,
What is on your floor?
That's my Red Socks hat
From when I was ten
It doesn't fit me anymore.
Pack rat, pack rat,
What's under your table?
That's a girl from the Virgin Islands
I forgot she was there
She's stuck on my tv cable
Pack rat, pack rat
What's in your chair?
Oh, him? That's Soloman
My sweet old cat,
Don't sit there.
Pack rat, pack rat
What just whizzed by?
Ha, ha, that's Miss Whizzer
She's fast, fast, fast
See if you can catch her.
Pack rat, pack rat,
What have you got?
That's a toothpick from Rome,
And a snow cone from Sweden
I just had to bring it home.
Pack rat, pack rat,
Why all this stuff?
Because, dear, it's all a part of me,
My nature, my love,
It's all just me.


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