Deep In Our Refrigerator Poem by Jack Prelutsky
Deep In Our Refrigerator
Deep in our refrigerator,
there's a special place
for food that's been around awhile...
we keep it, just in case.
'It's probably too old to eat,'
my mother likes to say.
'But I don't think it's old enough
for me to throw away.'
It stays there for a month or more
to ripen in the cold,
and soon we notice fuzzy clumps
of multicolored mold.
The clumps are larger every day,
we notice this as well,
but mostly what we notice
is a certain special smell.
When finally it all becomes
a nasty mass of slime,
my mother takes it out, and says,
'Apparently, it's time.'
She dumps it in the garbage can,
though not without regret,
then fills the space with other food
that's not so ancient yet
When finally it all becomes a nasty mass of slime, my mother takes it out, and says, 'Apparently, it's time.'
It is indeed a great fun to read Jack Prelutsky's poetry but this one is exceptionally hilarious. The poet has taken a cue from day to day life.
She dumps it in the garbage can, though not without regret, then fills the space with other food that's not so ancient yet // after two months again this poem before us as POD; many many congrats to the great poet for his beautiful poem sharing
This poem was published as the 'Modern Poem of the Day' on 01 October 2020. Just on completion of two months, it has again been published as the 'Modern Poem of the Day' on 01 December 2020. Was there so much dearth of a good poem, that the selectors didn't find another for the honor?
same for the relationships, it is time, just like spoilt food
This poem is so humourous and realistic. I love it. Kudos Jack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2024 8:30:55 AM # 1.0.0
I'd say it's way past time, Jack. Thanks for the humor.
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