Tales from the Pile

In a house where chaos reigns supreme,

Lies a hoarder's paradise, it would seem.

Stacks of magazines from '92,

And jars of buttons without a clue.

Old socks with holes, they never mend,

And broken gadgets around the bend.

Every corner, every nook,

Filled with odds and ends we took.

Boxes piled up to the sky,

With "I might need it" as the alibi.

But what's the harm in keeping it all?

Except for the occasional tumble and fall.

So here's to hoarding, a quirky quirk,

Turning closets into a jungle, berserk.

For in this cluttered, chaotic domain,

We find laughter amidst the strain.

Amidst the chaos of hoarding lies the reminder that letting go can bring clarity and light to the cluttered corners of life.

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