They have a crowded house. They buy in bulk,
and don’t dispose as often as acquire.
The smile boxes tower like a hulk
in entryway – and though they say they’ll hire
help before the situation’s dire,
they model hoard behavior for their boy.
Then he retains so much I’m made a sigher.
At least he opts for books as favored toy.


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