The Daily List
The bread,
and the sewing thread,
the jam,
and the sweet clam,
the butter,
and the cheese aflutter,
the red meat,
and the cookies on the beat,
the potatoes,
and the beans picked on tip toe,
the cabbage,
and the carrots,
to be ravaged,
the tomatoes,
that would be souped in my ghetto,
and I could have gone on,
with much more,
but came the counter bill,
poking my pocket broke like a hill.
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