First you cut the paper,
Then measure it twice,
Before you realise,
Somethings not write.
***
You try all positions,
To see if it will work,
Before you decide,
You need to restart.
***
You grab the paper roll,
Measure an extra touch,
Get ready to wrap,
And realise it’s too much.
***
Once done with the paper,
It needs to be taped
One hand you hold the gift,
Trying not to let the paper escape.
***
The other hand tries to find,
The hidden little fine line,
On the roll of tape,
Before you resign.
***
You realise you need,
Both hands for the tape,
Two hands for the paper,
So it doesn’t misshape.
***
The same every year,
The wrapping waltz,
One of the joys,
Of hiding what’s in the box.

©The Pesky Poet

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