Dad was painting
our fence brown
when halfway through
he said, “I must run into town.

There’s not enough brown paint
in this old can of mine.
I’m off for a new can of brown,
Then we’ll be fine.”

So later when
one can was empty
Dad finished the job
with the other.

And now Mom says
our fence is sweet,
I guess ‘cause it looks
like chocolate peanut butter.