by Dean Traylor

Created on: November 09, 2009   Last Updated: May 19, 2011

CRANBERRY'S REVENGE

Cranberry sauce it's called.

But it's gelatin smooth and bald.

No berries or sauce

Just round and dulled.

It slides out and

The serving plate it'll land.

There's no denying,

It retains the shape of the can.

Cut it with a knife

It fights for its life.

Breaking in cubes and squares

It continues its strife.

Finally on your dinner plate

It really starts to hate.

It slides to the edge

To escape its fate.

Stick it with a fork,

it squirms with your hand's torque.

Leaving your fork empty

Making you feel like a dork.

But you finally win

After trying again and again.

But even as it's at your lips

It runs down your chin.

You feel like a fool

And you don't feel cool

It escapes, liquefied,to your lap

Where it forms a pool.

Finally dinner's through

And most your reast is too.

But that sauce still remains,

Stuck like glue.

Some of it you got

Most of it you did not.

So it won the day

As it stained your shirt, a lot

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