My loyal friend, I love to reminisce
about the day I purchased you, five ninety-eight at Fred’s.
You turned the other jealous shoppers’ heads!
You know that for a time, can opening with you was bliss;
A gem like you no one should ever diss.
Throughout the years electric openers would catch my eye.
I made you weep and sigh
each time I brought one home and placed you out of sight.
You waited patiently. To your delight,
each pricey piece of junk burnt out! Again, I NEEDED you.
You now receive respect that you are due.
“No more electric openers for me,” I vow
while opening tomato soup to go with my grilled cheese.
As we grow old together, we’ll show how
the efforts of a pair like us can lead to meals that please.