Oo---I'M Afraid of My Fridge
I lean into the fridge to get a bite to eat.
And as my nose attests to,it doesn't smell too sweet!
I'm trying to decipher what that is in that dish.
And much to my dismay,it's month-old tuna fish!
There's odd assorted bowls of only God knows what.
They've been pushed to the back and hidden there by glut.
I'm so mad at myself for letting it go this far.
I even found I'm cleaning out an empty pickle jar!
Potatoes growing fur and other nasty things.
Moldy bread,soured milk,and dried up chicken wings.
The nose knows that I should learn to fix just what I need.
Cos' leftovers land in the ozone,of this I must take heed!
for contest"Offensive Odors or Noise Pollution"
sponsored by Susan Burch
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