Moving, In Haiku

In "celebration" of yet another move, a few haiku:

Every single dish
Packed away except for two
Broken by movers


Looking at boxes
Maybe we don't need this crap
Then no unpacking


The fourth or fifth move
Each one we swore was the last
So sick of moving

Okay, so these aren't great but all our junk is in boxes, the kids are insane, and the movers seem incompetent. Plus, t-minus six hours before our Internet is disconnected (and who knows when it'll be up again). Not bad given the duress. Actually, I'm pretty proud I'm still coherent at all. See you all on the flip side!