Blue

When I saw the blue cheese, I almost fainted. It was orange, and green tainted. What else is that in the fridge? Something that has a moldy ridge. With weird fuzz and spots. An old pickle lets out a sigh where it rots. I had just thrown out a mushy peach. Which is sticky as a leech. In fact, this place is much like a swamp. Where mysterious creatures like to romp. I dipped the old pickle into the blue cheese. The pickle fell apart with ease. Then, I tossed that weird creation. That created a horrible color in my imagination. I better head to a restaurant. Away from the old pickle and blue cheese haunt.