i normally don't plan on doing two poems in such rapid succesion... but... i must... i just remebered... 8th grade... good times... hehe...

can of peaches
peaches in a can
turn of the can opener
the juice spills out
the plump peaches fall
fall to the bowl
plunk go the peaches as they hit the juice
all of the peaches seem to be in the bowl
but slowly
slowly...
slowly......
one falls from the can
splat
it misses the bowl
it is all alone
it is discarded
all alone
all... alone...

*snap*
*snap*
*snap*
*snap*