Sat a week,

Postville,IA neighbors Rock,

Not here,

Some,

But few,

The neighbor I have fed,

Bought food for,

Upon four occasions loaned my car,

Refused her on Saturday,

Did not phase her,

Like a pint pong ball she asked to use it on the first,

I had told her oils getting bad,

No one,

Not a soul,

Dragged in my trash can

My can and I tried today,

Nearly fell,

She’s frozen in her gut,

She would not budge,

So I did what could only do,

Yep,drug that horrid kitty pooh in bottom trash can back in,

Fed kitties and Mr.Black,

Nade me some eggs,

Came to write a poem,

Eat my eggs,

Then put winter togs back on,

Load the nasty trash can in my back,

Drive it to the curb,

Put nasty in trash can,

Return to warmth of my home,