Nocturnal Sanders is a challenge to myself to write a new poem for each of the next 365 days. Along the way I hope to discover my hidden voice of creativity.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
29.
There once was a boy named Dan, who ate all his food from a can. "Dear me, dear me, there's no more Chef Boyardee. I'll guess I'll settle for Spam."
I actually wrote this in sixth grade. Believe it or not it has stuck with me all these years. And I still think it's funny. Weird!
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