Time
for Treats
"Treat,
treat, treat?"
Scattered
on the floor,
little
tuna and chicken goodies.
Treat,
treat, treat.
He
hovers over the meat cooler,
looking
for the biggest packages
of
the leanest hamburger.
Treat,
treat, treat!
We
pick up two buck chuck,
chocolate,
Irish Breakfast tea
and
German herring at Trader Joe's.
Treat,
treat, treat?
At
this rate, his Lotto winnings
will
not last long.
Licking
icing off my fingers
from
the cinnamon rolls
good
luck brings.
(It
brings treats.)
February
28, 2015
prompt: treat poem
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