Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

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!

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Maurice Rigoler August 2, 2017 at 8:22 PM I grew up on a poor french family, so food was never wasted and leftovers made many "free" meals. And when there were no leftovers we ate eggs, enough that I should have died years ago! The french have developed wonderful recipes from leftovers, as have other cultures. Good wisdom in this poem. / M

Robert Johnson July 9, 2014 at 8:20 PM Could have been titled, waist not or too much waist. :) That ole mentality just feeds our conscience too much. Peace. :)

Peter Dome July 8, 2014 at 6:27 AM Ha ha this is excellent and so funny 'nuked'. I love the way you use humour to get an important message for us all abide to. Very clever, oozes real talent. Well done. best wishes. Pete.