Unpulled Cracker

There's a cracker on the table from a party pack of ten. I took one

for politeness when they handed them around. I'll save it for the holidays,

but here it is again. A paper tube that needs two hands to make

a single sound. And I could pull it by myself, but that's not

how they're made. The string goes left, the string goes right,

you need someone to trade. The joke inside's not worth the work

that I want fit in my head. But it sits there like a

question that I'm not answering yet. I've lined up other crackers on the shelf,