An Ode to the Anxious Cruiser

When taking a trip I oft get an attack.

It’s way too early, but I still want to pack.

I know what I’m taking; I’ve planned through and through.

My luggage is ready! Oh, what do I do?

Out comes my packing list, now just one more time.

Why, on earth, why? There’s no reason or rhyme.

“So when starts the packing?” to all I do shout,

While I put some stuff in, and take some stuff out.

Where’s Packers Anonymous when you’re needing aid,

When all planning’s done, there’s no more to be made?

Eureka! It hit me! The solution I'll use:

Call my TA … and book one more cruise!

This is a great poem! :D It sounds just like me and my wife. Thanks for sharing.

Jim, That's great. :)

Great poem, thank you.

Love it. Sounds just like me

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Loved the poem.

Great poem, thanks for sharing.

I need to be more like you. Seems I am always struggling at the last minute.!!

Great poem. Love it! :)

Thanks, Jim, for the clever and nicely crafted ditty. Hope you grace us with more of your poetry in the future.

Smooth sailing,

Rod

That's me to a T! Thank you for your creation.

Well done! :)

How many others are out there like us!

Guilty😃

Loved the poem.

Denise

Thanks for the morning grins !!! :D:D

Good job!!! I have not an ounce of creativity, but envy anyone who has that gift!