In the Kitchen Cabinets

One box was stamped two thousand fifteen; Another two thousand and five. If I ate the pasta inside them, Do you think I would still be alive? Some crackers found zipped in a baggie Were stale as a mummy’s last breath. If I crumbled a few in my chowder, Would that be the cause of my death? The ketchup in back of the pantry Was browner than children’s mud pies. If I squirted it onto a burger, Might that cause an early demise? Since we have relinquished our shopping, We’re searching our cupboards, no joke, Discovering items forgotten Which, if eaten, might cause us to croak!