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!
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