There's disorganized disaster in our littered living room;
It fills the floor, the Couch of Chaos; overflows the Desk of Doom:
Books to read upon the airplane, gifts to catalog and pack,
Files gaping, spewing contents, papers in a messy stack,
Battered boxes, not yet filled, and open cases of CDs,
Loads of laundry, still unfolded, harried spouses, half-drunk teas.
But the piles must be put away before tomorrow night
If there's any hope of leaving on our Monday evening flight!