Shelf Life

 

Another Saturday – don’t ask me why,

still going strong – beyond my Best By...

Fresh as a Daisy – I don’t wish to stop,

unscrew my lid – you’ll still hear a pop.

The only preservatives – are ones that I drink,

and the only additives – are ones that I think.

Maybe I’m dusty – and look a bit old,

but I’ll stay on the shelf – till the day that I’m sold.

When that day comes – you’ll know who I am,

some call me lunchmeat – my friends call me Spam.

RIP