Finally some cardboard, where I feel at home I can write the words I’m proud to own The other pages, they were OK I guess A few good rhymes arranged in a mess I like the cardboard, it treats me so well It’s the last of the stories I tried to tell My new pad is clean, it’s going to be great As for the cardboard, I’ll just have to wait
For those who have read my other poems; 39 More Pages to Go and 38 poems, I finally made to the cardboard. This is what it said to me.