Feast Found Deep In A Frig Special Place Poem by Terence George Craddock

in our refrigerator we oft lament
there is no special no sacred place
reserved for food around awhile has been...

on Friday night push trolley around supermarket
for an hour or more every bloody Friday night
shopping bags are packed out frig is packed out...

can't find a thing shelves full bulging
wife has hidden my treat if I got a treat that week
somewhere in the back behind various pushed in...

food groups waiting to fall out on kitchen floor
if a mere husband is foolish enough foolish enough
to open the frig door on a Friday Night soon after shopping...

by the end of the week a few days before end of week
the shelves are looking bare like Old Mother Hubbard's cupboards
bread you want bread for a sandwich rice let him eat rice...

what happened to all the food pray tell you may ask
was it a whirlwind blow in the window blow all the food away
was it a pack of hungry raging wolves wolf pack on starvation prowl...

no silly it was but two teenage daughters one skinny one solid
skinny has hollow legs can eat truck loads she eats daily treats
solid is presently a better cook eats leaf good food groups in moderation...

I will often make eat a sandwich or two about during the day
perhaps some biscuits any edible scraps that are not in mouse traps
of course as any good man knows it is not food if not out of a can...

yesterday I got lucky on a nightly raid while sneaking into the frig
no not at our house sneaking into the frig at Jack Prelutsky's mother's
place hidden deep in the back in that special refrigerator place...

I thought it was an off pea green soup no I have not flown the chicken coop
I thought clumps perhaps were off meatball lumps chump chump chump
smell I could not tell an overdue not mucked out chicken coop their poop...

with delight hiding in a corner dark without a light
with my trusty travel spoon I did perhaps dig in too soon
with an orientated unique food taste I did dig in to avoid the waste...

perhaps it was a homicidal compulsion I really have no notion
to save back food piled in a refrigerator I thought to be a food moderator
after all it is traditional kings have a food taster institutional...

even if my meal is looking looking looking
looking like a scientific decomposing food experiment
looking like a scientific decomposing food experiment gone wrong..

oh dear I do feel so hungry
so hungry hungry hungry I could eat a horse
this pea green soup looks delicious time for a snack I think...

now I feel a terrible sight it is all right it is all right
I am hiding in the dark corner out of sight out of sight
remember it is night I am in a corner without a light without a light...

I could eat at home you say I could eat at home you say
but I am home alone I am home alone and the food is all gone
get a bigger frig you say get a bigger frig but no I say why spoil the fun...