Nice, Susan!
Ginger, I shared your poetry with my mom and she liked it a lot. THEN, she adapted it to apply to my brother. I hope you don't mind.
Adapted from a poem by Ginger
Car Parts
The new shelves are measured, they're empty and neat.
They're measured in inches, they're measured in feet.
The movers have measured in boxes and pounds,
But car parts still pile up in undignified mounds.
They capture the table,
They conquer the floor.
They have to be shifted to open the door.
From now on I'll be good, I'll learn to be tough.
A garage lined with metal shelves is surely enough.
One engine, two clutches, three boxes from parts fairs.
Car parts climb off the shelves and head for the stairs.
Though I’ve looked and I’ve looked,
There’s one thing that's certain:
The most needed part this job requires,
Cannot even be found in my mountain of tires!
(It totally cracked me up. He is to car parts what the rest of my family is to books.)