By Special Request: Another Pantoum

My blogger friend Kim commented on yesterday's post and suggested I needed to write an ode to twist ties. I do not often write a poem on request, but this one, dear Kim, is for you.

Stopping For Bread Ties On A Winter Evening (With apologies to Robert Frost)

Whose bread twist ties these are I think I know - 

Oh, who am I kidding?

I stuffed them in there long ago

Clearly anticipating a twist tie shortage.

Oh, who am I kidding?

Our household is two, not 22.

Clearly anticipating a twist tie shortage,

I saved every single one.

Our household is two, not 22.

A loaf of bread lasts for weeks.

I saved every single one –

Well, not the paper-wrapped ones.

A loaf of bread lasts for week.

But still I continued to amass those ties - 

Well, not the paper-wrapped ones.

They never last.

But still I continued to amass those ties.

They were becoming unruly.

They never last.

They were not true to me.

They were becoming unruly.

I had to clear them out.

They were not true to me.

I closed my eyes and let them go.

I had to clear them out –

I will be telling this ages and ages hence

I closed my eyes and let them go.

Forty ties stuffed in a drawer.

I will be telling this ages and ages hence -

Whose bread twist ties these are I think I know - 

Forty ties stuffed in a drawer.

I stuffed them in there long ago.