I checked out one of my favorite Poem Author's book the other day, Pizza, Pigs, and Poetry by Jack Prelutsky. Of course I chuckled a way through until I saw this poem. Then I burst out into fits of laughter... just ask Tom.
I can remember as a child my mother doing this and now as I mom I completely do this. So to all you moms out there: you will really appreciate this poem. And to Jack, thanks for making life so fun to laugh at.
Deep in Our Refrigerator
by Jack Prelutsky
by Jack Prelutsky
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
Text © 2000 Jack Prelutsky.
Oh, I thought I was the only one that did that. What do ya know?
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