Boxes are big, Boxes are small.
Boxes are wide, Boxes are tall.
They help you move,
None of that I need to prove.
In fact I approve,
Doesn't throw off my OCD groove.
Even if the flimsy ones can improve
Okay, this current mind track I need to remove.
For it has nothing to do with boxes like that,
Those don't annoy the cat or Pat.
Maybe boxing day?
Nope, that just gives me an excuse my way.
As I go on a rant,
Here at my plant.
On those who make TV on DVD set ones.
You'd think they lost brains by the tons.
Can't be all the same,
Oh no! They have to play a game.
One box is big,
Next one is as thin as a twig.
Then it goes back to big once more?
I guess they can't make up their damn mind at their shore.
Big, big, big, small
I can understand at my stall.
But going back and forth is just dumb.
Whoever came up with that idea needs a kick in the bum.
Then you got the ones that are short,
Next season is tall when it comes to port.
Some are wider than the one before,
Sticking out on the shelf more.
Then they go from plastic,
Thankfully with no stinking elastic,
To cardboard and back again.
Must be ran my many men.
Or a crackpot that can't make up is mind.
Could just be trying to annoy my little behind.
Yep, see it's all a conspiracy against me.
Hey, blame my OCD.
Don't they know it looks stupid on a shelf?
When they could be a nice little movie elf.
They could make them all the same size and shape,
Not making them look like they were produced by an ape.
I only mean for each series too,
Because all copying the same format would never come due.
Heck, some can't even make two seasons in a row match.
If they had to all their brains may fully detach.
So for boxing day my OCD took over the show.
The cat has to let it flow.
Or it just won't shut up in my head,
Continually causing me dread.
That's the facts of my TV on DVD Box sets class,
Now back to putting the new ones in alphabetical order goes my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.