This poem is based on a reoccurring true story. I absolutely love Key Lime pie and devour it everytime I get the opportunity. Unfortunately, I am also lactose intolerant. Managing this reality, to say the least, presents a challenging dining dilemma for me. Sometimes I decide to suffer the consequences for the sake of a snack. This is one of those stories…
Did they think the fence
was built to enclose their tent
pitched inside the park?
Watching what you eat:
strewn about the yard.
ants waste no time on Twizzlers
Ants clean chicken bone
dropped on the sidewalk by a