What’s In The Fridge? Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

In a cool dark sealed chest
Is a world of growing alterations
Extending beyond human reach
Digressing into strange mutations

Time is a transforming magician
Creating new appearances…
Flavorful foods become tainted
Ghastliness starts an emergence

When was it that we had this last?
Spaghetti and meatballs with sauce
Have furry clusters that are not purring
Yuck…quickly scrape it out and toss

How did this delicacy of blueberry jam
Become a crystallized mass of gunk
Unlikely to budge with a bent spoon
A stubborn clump …in a solid hunk

Here is something that once was green
Crunchy and mouthwateringly supreme
It is now a mass of brown formless fright
Its demise could cause a jolting scream

A gallon of milk… nearly half gone
Sniff to see if it's okay…it ain’t…
Doubts are confirmed with a gag
Poured down the drain at arms length

'If in doubt throw it out…' is a motto
To be remembered when appraising
Take inventory diligently and frequently
Remove the revolting things you are raising

6/24/08