Waste Not
The leftovers were sitting there;
With just a little heating,
They’d make a perfect dinner,
One that I had planned on eating.
But there was just a tad too much
And yet out of the question
Was saving it, for by tomorrow
There’d be indigestion.
And so I nuked it all and ate;
My plate had several fills,
Which is the reason why I feel
Stuffed right up to the gills.
I could’ve thrown the extra out
But what I eat is based
Upon that old mentality
That food you shouldn’t waste.
So now I’m bursting at the seams
From everything I’ve tasted;
At least I’ll sleep content to know
No single crumb was wasted!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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