Perspective of a Tuna Can
How our food sees us from beyond the grave
I live in your house,
and in grocery stores too.
I live in a can,
stuck tighter than glue.
I live on a shelf,
without sleep or food.
No need to worry,
I have a great mood.
I live my life waiting,
for someone to come by.
Picking me up now,
I give you a fervent bow.
You bring me to your counter,
along with many other friends.
We all get along greatly,
hoping things will never end.
Soon there is a pop,
and everything goes silent.
We all look up slowly,
and see a sight most violent.
All of us are getting dumped together,
and a larger can most hot.
Little did we know our fates,
Would lie in a pot.
So this is my end,
which was over as soon as it began.
But do not worry for me,
For I come once again in another little can.
About the Creator
Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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