I'M Eating My Way Through the Fridge, Tra-La

I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la! I'm eating my way through the fridge Do I feel a little bit guilty about it? Maybe a bit more than a smidge Someone's got to get rid of this stuff It's been here for more than a week The plastic containers are starting to bulge Don't dare lift their lids for a peek Saw a big bunch of week old burritos Get up and start dancing around Thought I could hear a Mariachi band It was a faint, almost inaudible sound The vegetable bin was rockin' with laughter As a tomato all mushy and ripe Was cuddling up to a overripe cucc That smelled like an old guttersnipe All in all the scene wasn't pleasant Next time we'll try eating faster Before the office for the environment Declares an ecological disaster I'm eating my way through the fridge, tra-la! It's a service I provide for my country And Greenpeace is actually thinking Of naming a ship after me! © Jack Ellison 2012