Sunday, April 17, 2011

Hardware Store Cuisine

Dad needs another new tool,
For a project he thinks is cool.

Off to the hardware store we go,
When Mom finds out, she just might blow.

After we go through the checkout
I curl my lip and start to pout.

"Uh-oh, now what's wrong?" Dad asks me.
"Why are you no longer happy?"

"Hungry," I say in a small voice.
Dad basically has no choice.

We rush the in-store hot dog stand -
The only lunch I think is grand.

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