Regifted

Another year, another home,

Another colored paper.

I’m not abused, merely unused;

A melancholy caper.

I’m passed around from town to town,

Each owner feigning cheer

To unwrap me with family

Each and every year.

I may have been a bestseller

That’s long since been forgotten

Or a perfume or a candle

That smells like something rotten,

A gidget, doodad, souvenir,

Or other miscellaneous crap.

I’m the gift you keep on giving.

See you next year! That’s a wrap.