Crab-stick Wrappers (Therapy)

[Brownlie]

Collecting crab-stick wrappers helped. I wasn’t very well.
I stuck them in an album, and named them; I could tell
it made me feel more confident, better everyday.
Though some had passed their smell by date I kept them anyway.

I advertised them on the net, a rare and complete set.
I warned against time-wasters to see what price I’d get.
A load of people made low bids but no one said they’d buy
and the postage costs to Ireland were ridiculously high.

I phoned the local daily rag, and told them I was making
a gesture quite invaluable; free and for the taking
to anyone who wanted them, my lifetime’s assignation,
seven thousand crab-stick wraps, donated to the nation.

They printed out my letter twice, I waited for replies.
I wish I’d left out my address, it guess it wasn’t wise.-- it guess it wasn't wise?
Asleep in bed on Friday, I heard something in the night.
It woke me from my dreaming and I fumbled for the light. - nice rhyme but also somewhat clichéd, but there is no Yoda speak and the lines continue the story.
Somewhere the sound of breaking glass, a clatter in the hall,--Something awkward here maybe adding I heard would clear it up or "I heard the sound of glass breaking"
then cursing voices, slamming doors; I heard an engine stall.
A roaring surge and they were gone, and yes, I think you guessed:
they took my whole collection and left me quite depressed. --That really sucks My grandfather had his coin collection stolen.

The cops were kind but passive, though they didn’t really care;
but they took the details of the crime and said that to be fair,
the whole thing seemed quite fishy, then they laughed, I don’t know why. -- Damn heartless cops and their jaded puns.I didn’t find it funny but I managed not to cry.

It took a week to realise that maybe I could find
crab-stick wrappers on the net! How could I be so blind?
I banged the keys in e-bay search, and there before my eyes,
were crabs for sale and sticks for sale, listed as Best Buys.

With mounting joy I scanned the list for “wrappers” and guess what?
“Wrappers, crab-sticks” popped right up, separate or one lot!
I put an opening bid in, just to see where it would go.
Three-thousand pounds was what I felt was reasonably low. -- Same as before rhyming go and low is somewhat cliché but you are continuing the story

Joy of joys, my bid was good, I won the whole shebang
and just today the Postman called, not in his normal van.
We loaded out the albums and stacked them in the street;
the guy next door helped get them in, they didn’t like the heat. -- Maybe include a detail that shows them sweating in the sun instead of saying they didn't like the heat. Of course, that would require to think of a new rhyme

So here I am, a happy man, the albums I’m unpacking.
This sticky tape is real tough stuff; frenzied, I am hacking
madly through bubble wrap! With glee, at last, I free it! -- [b]Love the bubble wrap image
Hmm, it seems familiar….but then all at once I see it.

I’m sitting in my corner and I’m rocking once again.
I don’t know how I’m feeling yet, I can’t engage my brain.
I guess I should be happy but it’s far too soon to say.
At least I’ve got my albums back…thanks a lot, E-bay.

Tectak 2013

What are crab stick wrappers? There are some good parts to this poem you stick with the crab stick wrappers throughout, you had the jaded police officer using a pun and the events say something about human nature. One critique I would add is that your rhymes are quite simple and may seem forced or cliché, but you didn't sporadically throw out rhyme without concern for line length. Hope you edit.