I wrote this Halloween poem to help cheer up a friend. He works in the kitchen at our shelter.
Image by Tobyotter via Flickr
Terror at the Shelter
16 Oct 2011
Roger was stabbed in the back
With a very sharp carving knife
Sally woke up with no eyes
A fork took sight out of her life
Why is their terror
At the homeless shelter
People can’t be satisfied
With free food and water
Max was found staring at the TV
With an ice pick deep in his brain
Bob’s head was found bobbing
In the tub with an apple stuck in the drain
Now the shelter is closed
No place for the homeless
Should not have spurned the kitchen help
They certainly were not helpless
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