What’s that she sees
A bed of moss
Atop of slimy soupy stock
And half a sandwich now gone stale
An open can of flat ginger ale
She smells a stench
May start her pukin’
She never got around to cookin’
Oh tonight she’s got a dinner date
Cleanin’ now will make her late
She shuts the door cause she’s not willin’
For anything right now but chillin’
dVersepoetspub.com prompt…just chillin’ with a poem about the fridge.
I remember those days, being single, eating out, messy fridge. Oh wait, the messy fridge never did change, lol
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Mine hasn’t changed either.
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Chuckling I am! …. ah that carefree life of the young….hopefully her mother won’t visit in the morrow! 🙂 Fun one!
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Thanks Lillian. Wasn’t sure I could pull this off. Not used to writing carefree.
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Oh I so wish I could also ignore that messy fridge! I loved her carefree attitude 🙂
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I can just imagine that fridge! Nicely done, Mary.
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Thank you Kim
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I like chillin’ rather than willin’ to clean the fridge.
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I’d rather do anything but clean the fridge!
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Reminds me when my father would get angry with my mother when something turned bad in the frig. He needed to be chillin’..
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Yeah, we all need to chill…life is tense enough
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Maybe we could find a middle way, like having at least some wine and cheese to chill the better.
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My husband would not be chillin’ after looking at that fridge. Me, on the other hand? I might not even notice, lol.
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