Some presents are biggish, some presents are small
And some others, you know, can’t be wrapped up at all
So what some people do, whether better or worse
Is to write up a poem - some call it a curse.

Some presents are toolish; some others plain fun
With so many to think of, it’s hard to choose one
There are some for relaxing, but this one is great
For those times when you’ve just got too much on your plate
When your cup runneth over, of others you’ll speak
But when your cup is empty, this present you’ll seek

And so if I’m right, and I tell you no jive
You should be quite expecting this thing to arrive
On the ninth of October, with minimal bitchin’
And be shortly thereafter installed in your kitchen

(it was a new dishwasher!)