If the Books Are Late… I apologize!

The minute I had seen the pictures of the Wizard's room,
Completely stuffed with boxes, thought the place looked like a tomb!
So I took off to Michigan, to lend my helping hand
And stuffed my bag with ice packs, band-aid and a rubber stamp.

I reached his door just when the Sun said "It's the end of night,"
Awakening the Wizard with a little beam of light.
He stumbled to the kitchen for a cup á la Carnell,
When suddenly I heard a loud noise and an awful yell.

I rammed the door – too late I fear – because Ron was knocked out;
An empty box had eaten him, his feet still sticking out!
I got the scissors and a knife, resolved to save his life
And told the Box: "Let go of Ron or I will use this knife!"

"Now don't you dare," the Box cried out, "I'll make him feel the same,
If you stab me, you'll stab in Ron and he'll bleed without shame
All over and inside of me and get me soaking wet!
So you best keep a grip on Justin, 'cause he'll  bleed to death.

The other boxes talked all night, made fun and formed a bond;
They called me Queen of Emptiness and I'm not even blond!
So be a dear and please let Ron ful-fil me for a while,
And meanwhile ship those books for him so he'll wake with a smile."

With 'Stute determination and the scissors in my hand,
I stood before the box, like only Justins make a stand,
And said: "I'll ship them all before a new day will arrive;
Destroy all other boxes. YOU just keep the Wiz alive!"

"Of course," the Box said, "And to set your Justin mind at ease,
Watch through this tiny hole to see your Wizard sleep in peace."
And there he was, just wearing shorts, his chin upon his chest,
Now we all know the Magic Man could use the extra rest.

I walked around the house to find some paper, tape and cord;
Broke into Ron's computer for the labels he had stored.
I wrapped and labelled, strapped them up and even signed Ron's name
(And never signed with Justin to obtain eternal fame!)

When all was done and out the door, all other boxes gone,
I felt real proud because I finished ‘fore another dawn
Before I even asked the box to set the Wizard free
It opened up so I could save him from his misery.  

"Release me please," the Box said, "I am feeling quite fulfilled,
A man like Ron is all one needs to have one's hunger stilled."
I quickly took him out the Box and put him on his bed,
And since I hate to tidy up, I hit the road instead.

I left a note for Ron, explaining what had happened here,
Although he'll think I'm Justin Sane and made it up I fear.
Oh, in due time he'll come to realise it was the truth,
Unless he thinks I'm nuts enough to send books to the 'Stute

I'm sorry Ron, I left a mess, but I was quite worn-out,
I did the very best I could and never took timeout.
But I will send MissGypsiNess to help you clean this mess,
Unless of course you rather play a messy game of chess.

Dear Poets I admit I wasn't very organized,
So if some books are late it's I who must apologize.
The Box I have beside me to surprise our Doctor Moose;
"Moose in the Box" is gonna be the latest 'Stute abuse!

Justin Genius

Ron

Just a short but heartfelt note,
For your rescue, thank you much.
I'll ne'r forget your kindness
When I was Justin Dutch.

My rescue from that hungry box
Where I was surely stuck
Was nearly too good to be true;
No doubt I was Justin Luck.

You saved the day for me, for sure,
You saved it for most everyone.
And sending books by homin' pigeon …
I'm sure was Justin Fun?

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