'Twas twelve o'clock noon and my tummy was growling,
So barefoot I went to the kitchen a'prowling.
Steamed veggies served hot was my appetite's wish,
Until the skin on my heel felt a yucky, cool SQUISH!
. . .
I quickly looked down, for what could it have been?
But identifying the substance only ruined my zen!
I screamed, like falling down a bottomless pit,
Oh yes, dear reader, it was Ruby's $#%@!