Food Poem by JJ Evendon
Food
There's a ghost in my fridge I hear a hum.
When I open the door there is no one.
No matter how hard I look
there's nothing there except some food long time cooked.
Happiness can come in many ways.
Mine's a cold beer on the second tray.
For I daren't touch the food you see,
its got hair all over it and growls at me.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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