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.
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