I'm going to make it my goal
to write a poem
Of all my leftovers
I have laying around
Take out my pen
like a butter knife
Spread it as thick
or as thin as I like

I'll take a tad bit from here
a tid bit from there
Something new I might add
to give it some flair
I have more than enough
to fill up a page
What I don't rhyme out in time
I'll end up giving away

Cause leftovers don't last
to long by themselves
If they don't soon go to poem
then they sit and get stale
So I'll do what I can
to give them a home
And place them all in
a leftover poem