An Ode to Cadillac

Twas a month before Due Day
and all through our home,
the furnishings had been so rearranged,
I thought I'd write a poem.

The TV room was no more,
the futon sold.
Where would our guests now sleep?
Maybe out in the cold.

The rugs were all cleaned
with elbow grease and care.
But even without much effort,
we could still find dog hair!

The bassinet, the cradle, and the crib - 
wow, that's a lot of beds.
"Whatever" we say, as visions of the Bambino
dance in our heads.

So, we are ready.
Ready for Cadillac!
Our lives changed forever,
never to look back!