The Can

The can crossed the busy intersection.

It would soon go in the right direction.

With the chilly wind blowing on its side

It was determined to save its own hide.

It began to roll with all of its might,

Pushing forward, always watching the light.

The traffic light was now turning to green,

Cars raced past the can, could it run between?

The can bounced up high, but still it rolled on.

Trying to make it across to the lawn.

We cheered as it reached the other sidewalk,

Only to turn too much with a big knock.

The light turned to green, it’s our turn to go,

Would we crush up the can, or do we know?

The can rolled under the tire of our car,

It rolled, and rolled, but not too far.

Our big dually tire hit the rolling can,

How sad if we killed it, oh no, oh man!

The poor little can didn’t get a good break,

He was crushed as flat as a small pancake!

~Unique