I is for Iris allergic to nuts

I is for Iris allergic to nuts
04/13/2008 - National Poetry Month post #14, part of The Unlucky Twenty-Six

Iris spent the week at camp
along Lake Marrow-witsqueehauken
in the cabins dark and damp
that were in dire need of caulkin'.

She got so bored within an hour
she amused herself by stealing
all the shampoo from the shower
and anything she thought appealing.

She found some whiskey in the cab
of a worker's pickup truck.
She also took his can of Tab
and from his ashtray took a buck.

She took some candy from a boy
and stole another's comic books
and took a baby's wooden toy,
and went through several pocketbooks.

From Joe she took some cigarettes.
From Harry she stole aftershave,
and from the pantry took baguettes
and stole the doctor's autoclave.

When she was done she had a stash
so big her suitcase wouldn't shut,
so she removed all of the trash
and sat on it with her big butt.

But even then it wouldn't close!
She looked inside and saw some snacks.
She looked and lingered, finally chose
some candy bars and Cracker Jacks.

She snarfed them down in half a second
and every bite just made her iller,
but one thing Iris never reckoned:
her allergy to nuts would kill her.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.