Cinco Jars De Mayo.

Once upon a time, there were five jars of lonely mayo sitting on a store shelf.

Nobody will ever buy us! They cried.

That was true because those things were expired.

Until . . . .are those sounds of footsteps?

Yes they are!  Someone was coming!

That someone was me and I didn’t buy any mayo.

 

Challenge status (what’s this about?): DAY 15