HelpFULL

You are always there when I need a hand,

Literally, because my hands are always full,

What brilliant levels of tat you can withstand,

Filling up to the brimful,

It's true that even when you are stuffed,

You somehow find space to offer me in which to tip,

My handfuls of things without a cap,

I watch them tumble when I loosen my grip,

Into the drawer with them, snuffed,

How strong you are, to hold all of this, how robust,

Thank you, dear, my wonderful drawer of crap.

A/N: Another very last-minute entry into the Ode to Ordinary Challenge. I hope you enjoyed it.

Remember to check on your drawer of crap - they go through a lot for us!

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