In the garage
is a cache
a non-nutritonal stash
of candy, handy
from last summer's
scouting outing.
There's quite a lot
in a pot.
Snickers and Milky Ways
enough to last me many days.
I often eat
a sticky treat
of non-nutrional
chocolate sweet.
Today, I threw the stash
into the trash
and covered it with a bag of wet garbage.
I'm free!
- Maribeth Ivie
1 comment:
Mom, you write some of the best poetry we have ever read.
Maybe we will write a poem about the ice cream and us. :)
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