Roger’s Food Stores – A Poem

This is a tasty orange

Suck, suck…

My pip pouch will be empty

With a bit of luck!

 

I finger the string around my neck

And pull the pouch into view.

There are three old pips inside

But never mind, it will still do.

 

I leap off the sofa

And pucker up my lips,

I spit for the last time

Adding to today’s pile of pips.

 

I smile to myself.

I head for the cellar

To find what I sought

Oh, I’m such a happy fella!

 

Here I keep many tins and cans

I call it my personal  beanery,

For there are only beans inside –

Red kidney, black-eyed, canellini…

 

Sometimes I must count them all

To make sure I don’t run out,

But there are clearly plenty of each today

I can see, without a doubt!

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