3TC 9-23-18

She sat there rocking, usually nonchalant

Only one thing she could want

Candy, but alas no way

To chew her favorite every day

This day sugar was on her mind

Wanting something of the sweet kind

Anything but fudge was overrated

But even that, if the nuts were grated

Would appeal to her on this day

She often thought of such a way

To indulge since her teeth went astray

Memories of corn on the cob

Now it’s just too much of a job

Del Monte cans used instead

Old age truly something to dread.



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