Tin can covered with dust, in a back corner has started to rust, it sits alone, neglected
Label's missing, what's inside unknown, around it cobwebs grown, past meals of it rejected
A few dents from past abuse, others were chosen first for use, the metal lost its shine
Past its pull date for sure, on its lid stamped numbers, now a blur, to open it, a choice all decline
Is it peas, corn or beans, by its shape not tuna or sardines, it's still a mystery
Easier to leave it for another day, pretend it has gone away, a ghost of history
Once a white elephant now a tin can, so the enigma began, it sits Pandora's box
Out of sight out of mind works for the blind, put it behind the rest of the stocks
From a tin diaper it has started to leak, a smell that has started to reek, is all that remains
Given to us by a guest, separated from all the rest, we find that it contains canned brains
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 11th, 2026 03:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
- In collections: Food, Rejection.
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Comments2
Nope, I've not killed off KP, cos that's not her brains. She not got any! lol. If I only have 3 brain cells, what's she got?! heehee.
That's a relief. Thanks for the read my friend it is as always most appreciated. It could be a food option if you like.
an entertaining piece my friend
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