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by Scott Cole Nov 17, 2015 category : Life, society / inspirational
The breaking of the outer shell Leads to the goodies inside, With a mouthful of anticipation I pry and pry and pry. I pick the shell to the bone And look and search and hunt, For any sign and every piece Of that tasty little nut. My efforts go unnoticed But my fingers bleed with sweat, Hardly worth all the work For the little that I get. I lick my sensitive fingers That are aching from my efforts, The reward of that nutty taste Is definitely worth my endeavor. The waste is plenty the treat is not It doesn't seem all that fair, With the very little prize I get There is not enough to share. I scrap all the crumbs together And what's left of the shell, My stomach hardly knows a thing But my fingers sure can tell.