Left-Overs
ANYONE WANT LEFT-OVERS?
THE TURKEY IS GRAY.
THE CHICKEN GOT UP AND WALKED AWAY.
MY ORANGE JUICE TOLD ME IT WAS TIME TO GET RID OF HIM.
IN MY FRIDGE IT’ LIKE A BIG POLLUTED SEA.
THE PEAS ARE BLACK NOW AND FROWNING AT ME.
THOSE SANDWICHES ARE COVERED IN MOLD.
MY POTATOES ARE UP WALKING AROUND.
THE GREEN BEANS ARE FORMED TOGETHER LIKE A BUNCH OF SOLDIERS.
ALL THIS FOOD DOING THEIR OWN THING AND MOVING AROUND…
ANYONE WANT LEFT-OVERS?
Copyright © Jennifer Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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