There’s a Giant in my Pantry

Excerpt
By Liz Tailor

A giant’s foot is in my pantry.
And I don’t know how or why.
I tried to ask him yesterday,
But his head brushes the sky.
I said, “Hey there, Mr. Giant,
Just a question if you please?
How’d your foot get in my pantry?”
But my question reached his knees.

Everyday I’d try again
To ask the giant how he came.
Pretty soon I just grew tired.
And the question hurt my brain.
Just how in life the largest men
That I had ever seen,
Got his foot stuck in my pantry?
I just had to know the scheme…

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