LEFTOVERS FOR THE OLD ME – wink, wink

The  company says they’ll do me a favor

And leave the leftovers for me to savor.

Feeling stuffed, I have no desire

However, they’re easy to warm up, just add some fire.

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Six hours later, I’m hungry again.

I’ll just snack a bit, it is no sin.

And there’s all that food that will go to waste,

And it is quite savory to my taste.

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Look, Vicky left a pecan candy roll,

On my diet they will take a toll.

But it must be gone when she comes back;

I wouldn’t want our relationship to go slack.

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Who left this crispy apple pie,

Now I’ll eat it!  I’m not shy.

There’s the cookies, I’ll take a bunch

I’ll eat them for dessert after my lunch.

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Though fifteen Rubbermaid storage bowls I go.

Must go fast, for if I’m too slow.

I might let that good food spoil

Remember for  this layout, starving men would toil.

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Must not be wasteful, for in many a city,

Children are starving.  It would be a pity

To not be thankful and appreciate

These luscious leftovers on my plate!

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Edit, cut and paste from after Thanksgiving in 2016. Remember I am the “new” me this year. So far the cinnamon rolls are under the cake plate lid. 😀

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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