My Attic Plea

Oh no, not another large cardboard box,
Filled with books, china or broken clocks.
I am not an infinite space to store,
The cast-offs that you don’t need any more.

Wires, plugs and cassettes stuffed in crates,
A case filled with toys and roller skates.
A wine-making kit, still to be used,
There’s bottles, clothes and plenty of shoes.

Quite soon you’ll be here to take from me,
Baubles and tinsel, the old Christmas tree.
So listen right now to my attic plea,
“Take the rest please- and don’t crowd me!”