In my refrigerator, I disperse
A line of bottles balancing inverted.
My experience and training is diverse
As seen by bottles ready to-be blurted.
My knife enters a jar ready to scrape
The scraps of jelly left along the sides,
As stained glass preserved in sugary shape
Or jammed along that curved lip, it resides.
My P B and J’s are growing thinner
But there’s always just enough for one more lunch
There might not be enough for a beginner,
But this expert scraper’s scraping out his hunch.
And when I’m finished, I’ll return the jar
Back to the fridge to find tomorrow’s knife,
I’ll angle, pry, and slowly raise the bar
Until someday it’s thrown out by my wife.
4 thoughts on “Scraping the Jelly Jar”
I was just making myself a BP&J for lunch, and I remembered this poem…I was thinking, “I bet this is a jelly jar that Andy would put back while Jodi would toss” =)
So the question is, did you put it back, or did you toss it?
I had to join Jodi’s team and tossed it in the recycle bin.