And so we come to the end of another Holidailies. I haven't posted as much as I'd planned, but it's still more than I've done the rest of the year... and considering how busy and eventful the past month was, I'm inclined to call it close enough. I'm still hoping to finish the New Jersey Moving Saga, which more or less ended when I moved again this past weekend. (Should there have been a spoiler warning on that?)

That said, traditions must be maintained, and I still haven't posted a triolet yet this year. So.

If you move to an apartment and there's damage in the kitchen

Be sure to tell the landlord right away.

Or else you just might find that when your place you will be ditchin'—

If you move to an apartment and there's damage in the kitchen—

They'll pin the blame on you, and pay no heed to all your bitchin',

And then you will be called upon to pay.

If you move to an apartment and there's damage in the kitchen

Be sure to tell the landlord right away.

Sorry, Mayor Booker, but your city kinda sucks.

I'm glad I made it out of there intact!

I know that every city's always in a state of flux,

But, sorry, Mayor Booker; your city kinda sucks.

You can stay—I wish you luck—for me, the moving truck's

My method out. I won't be coming back.

Sorry, Mayor Booker, but your city kinda sucks.

I'm glad I made it out of there intact!

(Last year's Holidailies triolets.)