Monday, March 17, 2008

Poem #3

UFO's
(Unidentified Food Objects)

Beans in a pitcher,
rags in the door,
cool whip containers, and
apples in the drawer.

5 gallons of ice cream,
bags of frozen clothes,
pecans in sugar sacks, and
numerous UFO's.

Top Care for Mom,
marachinos for Dad,
cabbage for Grandma,
(once in a while it's not that bad).

Nothing is wasted,
Nothing is thrown,
It all gets transformed into
The BEST bread you've ever known.

1 comment:

Amanda said...

ooo...this one is great too. it even rhymes. nice.

...physically and mentally!