Grits

Miscalculated the opened door Spilled those grits on the floor Well some went on the cabinet top Some went here and there and flop These grits were uncooked see Gritty and runny milky indeed They went under the coffee keeper All over the clean coffee steeper When they finished running around I thought that they was kin to one who bounds Like a stud, a casanova everywhere I didn't make a sound really I didn't make a sound I could have but I bit my tongue I held up the shield to my thoughts I held them captive until my husband Came in the room and I told him Do not drop any water on the floor