An unshaven Friday
Found a random shoe
Tucked inside the crisper
Cold and slightly blue,
I don’t remember Thursday
Or events that led up to it
I baked it, sliced it, added salt
But found I couldn’t chew it.
This loaf of loafer, rare indeed
Needed gravy and dill weed
A pinch of pepper from my hand
Sprinkled cross this Tom McCann
Picked out threads with sterile tweezers
Then found my sock
Inside the freezer.
What had I done, I’d like to know
A redskin poking through the toe
Everything inside the crock
smelled wonderful...
(except the sock).
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