We thought it lost, it’s found, it’s found!
The closet is restored
From flood had not destroyed its trove
Despite that great downpour
The one man’s treasure fills these bins
Of varied kid supplies
Of toys and office doohickeys
More books than you’d surmise
Unfortunate for most of it
My sister’s not that man
And so the dumpster has been filled
According to her plan
But though much was discarded, yet
Not everything was lost
The remnants are quality
Compared to what was tossed