the poetry of Charles Fry

17 December 1996

my small trip to the cement factory

One day I thought it would be fun to
see what cement tastes like.
So I put on my overalls and started rolling my wheelbarrow
downtown to the cement factory.
I stopped at outlet #133 and filled up a little more than
half way.
We carefully backed out and started the trip home.
With my right hand I stirred to keep it soft
and my left hand pushed with all his might.
When I passed the fourth cement factory
I started wondering if
maybe something wasn't a little
suspicious.
The fill-up outlet delegater looked at me and said
"Hey mister, that be the fourth time you come round
this here cimint factooory."
That was when I figured I'd need to push
with 2 hands to go straight.
Tried that for a bit but the cement started getting
thick.
Looking around I saw no one wearing overalls
so I bent over and started stirring with my tongue.
That was okay at first but my neck started
getting a little sore.
And for some reason the cement was
becoming harder and harder to
turn.

Copyright © 1996 Charles Fry