8/28/23 hashtrash #1957<br/>
Thankfully LB endured actual trail instead of me. I have no clue how I got hashit.<br/><br/>
Regrettably I endured a trip to the grocery store with a little monster: <br/><br/>
In grocery store, where shoppers roam with care,<br/>
A toddler and I ventured, quite a pair.<br/>
With cart in hand, mischief concealed within,<br/>
Our escapade of mayhem would soon begin.<br/><br/>
Within the meat aisle's chilly, sterile space,<br/>
My toddler found a grisly, lurid chase.<br/>
Sausages swung like serpents in a trance,<br/>
As if the gods of chaos cast their dance.<br/><br/>
In cans, they built a tower to the skies,<br/>
An eerie monument, a grotesque prize.<br/>
Then with a shove, it toppled to the ground,<br/>
A symphony of metallic clangs around.<br/><br/>
In bakery's sweet embrace, a foul feat,<br/>
With icing, they concocted quite a treat.<br/>
Themselves transformed into a sugary ghost,<br/>
A sticky, gooey mess they relished most.<br/><br/>
At checkout, our escapade found its end,<br/>
With cart full of grim tales, I must contend.<br/>
A trip to store, with mischief as our guide,<br/>
In twisted antics, we did coincide.<br/><br/><br/>

Notes from the Donkey Map.<br/>
Lincoln Woods is our Hare's latest favorite spot, and here he has laid his best Hash yet. Basket, WHO, <br/>Rusty, OOzing, Period Shits, Luxury Box, WIPOS and Saute Man joined this trail to the end.<br/><br/>
LB protested, so Hairy got Hashit.