His Fridge
His Fridge
Sometimes I’m afraid to open the door!
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Half a lemon..dried up and sad.
A carton of noodles that smell pretty bad.
Some sour cream gone shockingly green.
A tomato with quite an unhealthy sheen.
Some carrots that seem to be growing hair.
Last year’s fruitcake a friend brought to share.
Two slices of pizza from last weeks big bash.
I think that plate must be Gram’s corned beef hash.
Way in the back theres a jar with one pickle.
I’d think about eating it if I wasn’t so fickle.
Six bottles of soy sauce and one salad dressing.
If he doesn’t get sick its one of God’s blessings.
Go get your coat, we’re eating out.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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