BUCKET

Believing in the bucket went myself that fine evening

Under the bee’s wings with luck’s wend I spent mental health time on what I was needing

Calling my name, It was their price tag I was reading, my buck’s spent will get one without a dent I said in my mind to the settled upon shelf, into the self check line I then went speeding

Knighting him Sir Spud Bucket during how my served glove’s trust met it first for the meeting went myself for the transaction completing

Every time might’s link brings in the potato bags for the peeling and seating, I become sir eating

Time’s right wink does make the potatoes king my loads for the plates flow without a drag has me dealing with my mashed potatoes whims going treating, how the pot, knife, bucket, is leading

- Avalon Dakota

- 2-12-26

- 12:46pm

- BUCKET