A four line poem about: the box.
What's in the box? You tell me. For us today, there were a whole lot of these in boxes we sent home with some happy customers:
Besides the tomatoes, we also sold a whole lot of peaches - which is good, because we brought a lot of 'em.
Tonight one of our house guests cooked us a Laotian meal and it was very much enjoyed by all. Tomorrow they head home, though the recipe will have been left behind.
I woke up this morning
And found it at my door;
There's no return addressAnd that ticking's a bore.