The Food Shelf

I went down to the food shelf for to get a loaf of bread;

the month had not yet ended and my finances were dead.

They kindly gave me cans of beans and lots of mac & cheese,

bags of corn meal flour, bottled honey from the bees.

With grateful heart I took it home to make some modest feasts,

and that is when I noticed there were also little beasts.

Beetles in the flour and evidence of microbes live

in my bulging cans of beans -- was this a bunch of jive?

I checked the expiration dates of all this charity;

all of them had run out long before two-thousand-three.

But beggars can't be choosers -- so I've heard it often spoke.

And so I'm eating maggots while I try hard not to choke!