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if even one can of tuna had been sooner found

I wouldn't be having a stale 'Cracker Sandwich Supper'

here on this dirty, mouse ridden ground

my rear end loudly whispers please hurry up

for I am very nearly close to that of quickly freezing

my nose gets tickled by a month's worth of old dust

and starts me sniffling and sneezing

it's almost laughable having so much yet still having

not a creditable crumb anywhere near or there about

AH HA!  a cornered can of peaches upwards and above

on the very top shelf I damned near shout

I slyly scampered upon the gritty, cluttered counter

to make a death defying attempt for that last wily

Libby's can

and just when I'd thought it was mine I was struck in

the head by a low hung ceiling fan

upon my second and last try I grasped that lone prey

with desperate, none too steady paws

and swooped from the counter defying all the gravity laws

bad knees surprisingly enough support me in my supreme

effort to once again stand

I then gazed wonderingly at the precious prize I so

painstakingly possessed in my greedy, little right hand

only to then become deadly sorry when I realized what

I was holding was not a coveted can of peaches but a

rusted tin of Lima beans that had obviously seen their better days

so, instead I plopped my pooped fanny back down on that

dreary, dark kitchen floor to finish off my deliciously stale cracker

sandwich supper like happy cattle

about to graze...........

( written Oct 11, 1992 )