Once upon a time there lived a pretty trash can, who really loved books a whole bunch
Of course when I say she loved them, what I mean is that she liked to munch
She’d munch all night and munch all day
On book after book she’d munch away
She’d say that they were quite ‘tastay’
The can didn’t read much, suffice to say
But one fateful day, when the can was in her prime
A brave mare came to her through space and time
The traveller was here to stop this crime
And save the books from this trash can’s grime
They duelled and they fought
(And other things of that sort)
But soon they stopped short
As each other they had caught
Trapped in a web and a garbage pile
Both of them forced to stay put a while
Eventually these two angerful foes
Got to talking about coming to blows
The brave mare asked why the can ate those books
And the trash can told her that’s how stories were took
Through her fat belly the knowledge was snook
Into her brain where it finally stook
The brave mare then realized she’d made a mistake
This can did not destroy, even though it did take
With no eyes to read, and with curiosity to slake
The books it did devour, and in enjoyment did it partake
Both did free themselves, their enmity finished
Both lived side-by-side, the world undiminished
Both read together, with one copy apiece
Both laughed together, so thoroughly pleased
But soon in the future came another fateful day
The one where the can ate the mare’s diaray
The End. If you’re wondering why the pentameter is all over the place it’s because I’m bad at this.
