My Pantry

My Pantry I have a kitchen pantry, Narrow though it is, Still contains some sterno, For the millennium’s world’s end. I’ll not tell you how long ago Its contents got organized, And the blue shelf liner, wrinkled now, Would have won a magazine prize. Its door has an old-fashioned hook, Due to the settling of the house, Open it to a bin of birdseed, And protection against a mouse. There’s are extra cans of tomato sauce, Some chili and some peas, and When I get inspired, I can Cook with one of these. Impulse buys like dry mashed potatoes And cans of stuff I don't even like, But they were on sale, weren't they? Thought I'd use those down the pike. Now you’ve gone and done it, It’s gonna get culled again Lots of things to the church center, But not that sterno can!