nut cracker

Nut Cracker

It’s been for many a day on the table

Hard dry as a rock the chestnut lay

Forlorn and forsaken for the better

But what whim in me cracks it today  

Rolled out of it right away a white ball

Still in slumber maybe, the larva small

The nut meat half eaten inside the shell

The rest, its bed and board, asylum as well

Three moons to go, and a butter will fly

But who’d expect from me such a calamity

House demolished, proprietor ousted

All because a nut cracker happens to whet