By Tryphena Louise Williams (c) 2010
Come on Mister Shifters, can we hurry things along
We've been bringing, you all these boxes
Why is it taking you so long?
We all hoped the rain, would pass
At last the truck, is tightly packed
With each item, securely stacked
The doors were closed, now we're on our way
Across country in convoy, we all tried to stay
We arrived at last, at our destiny
Ever so wary, and so glad to be It took us another, hour or two
To unload the boxes, we each carried a few
The trucks unloaded, it was time for tea
We feed the shifters, and paid, what we'd agreed We headed inside, to look around
Boxes stacked high, they filled the lounge
We looked at each other, with a tired smile
The shift we agreed, had sure taken awhile
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