BANG! BANG! Suddenly the floaty thingy that I was on hit another floaty thingy. There was a lot going on but I don’t know what it was because I was in my room. A little while later I was being stuffed into a bag with five others. Then stuffed into ANOTHER dark green bag with an orange bag. I felt very claustrophobic. Then there was a terrifying hand off over water to a smaller floaty thing. After a while we got to a huge orange floaty thingy where we stayed for a while and then we got to land. After a taxi ride we got to a nice hotel and I fell asleep on a chair. For the next couple of days, I was in the hotel like everyone else. But then I again was stuffed into a bag a driven to a smaller, less nice place. Where I am right now. Here is my thing I made the describes want happened.
Being Stuffed into a Bag Repeatedly
By Poof A. Burnett
There was a lot of noise
A lot of static and stuff.
And then frantically stuffing bags
I’m very fluff
Lots of complaining and nags
Searching for something we might want to bring
To the temporary home
I’m pretty sure we got everything
Inside the bag, I roam
With my pillow and blanket by my side
I take a little nap
Time I try to bide
as I cross across the gap
on to the small floaty thing [sic: the Coast Guard dinghy]
covering my eyes
I think of all the things I bring
I hope this isn’t a bundle of lies
From the nice orange guys
I fall asleep again
To awake in a car
Oddly shaped like a den
We eat at a hotel bar
I nom owl chow
And fall asleep on a chair
I awake to something loud
They have a pool, I’m already there.
One day passes, two, three,
I’m in a bag once more
Thinking what’s going to happen to me
And if I will ever sleep in a drawer
Then I arrive at an apartment
Everything looks fine and dandy
But it smells like we are right by a sewage department
And its home to many long-legs of the daddy
But of course, we learn to cope
With small spaces and bugs
Just like we did on the boat
But as long as I get some hugs
I’ll be alright.