This one won't be in the ebook, but its another one from recent events at the shelter...
enjoy.
Some folks fed us homeless, the other night.
Chili, cornbread and tons of sweet treats.
So it goes, in the giving season here
among the abandoned buildings and slowly gentrifying neighborhood.
but one comment came out, not meant meanly
when they offered us the remains without limit.
"Ma'am, three hundred Ninety of us sleep here
in one room, two or three per stack.
I don't think more chili is what's needed
if we want the building to remain standing."
She laughed at it, admitting to the danger,
but keeping the offer open to all there.
But that night, the guy's prophecy proved true.
Each and every on of us snored all night
from both danged ends, as the saying goes.
So, please. If we pass on some foods
don't call us ungrateful, just momentarily full
and scared of the breaking wind fireball effect.
4January2013 - Dyfedd Rex
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Friday, January 4, 2013
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