Friday

Fridge Space


On request from "Sunday Scribblings," this post echoes the agitator, who aims at cleaning out the refrigerator.

My fridge is full;
There's no more space.
The odor pull,
A true disgrace.

So grab a sack;
Turn on the fan.
And let's attack
This garbage can!

Limp salad, toss;
The mayo, pitch.
That applesauce
Might make you itch.

And furry meat
Should be retired,
Not fit to eat,
It's long expired.

That greenish block,
A pungent lump,
Could take a walk
Right to the dump.

Seal up that bag,
Fast as you can!
This fridge might gag
My garbage man!

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson. All rights reserved.

10 comments:

  1. really good verse. could have used it last week for "foul" too.

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  2. Haaaaaaaaaaa wonderful!!!

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  3. Loved that poem. I agree, would have fitted in last week, too.

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  4. Hey that's MY fridge! Nice piece (giggle)

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  5. Thank you for helping begin my day with a smile. This was a gift and a joy to read.

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  6. LOL This is great! Sounds a little familiar, too... unfortunately!

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