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Decidedly Frigid There are fairies at the bottom of some gardens There are fish at the bottom of the sea But what’s at the bottom of my freezer Is the greatest of mysteries to me. I knew what things were When they were put there. It was obviously meat or fish or rice But they now look all the same In their container, Just a blobby shape in plastic Sealed in ice. I first select a relevant looking package I peer and prod and squash it with both hands. I don’t quite know if I should to thaw it To find if it’s sweet, savoury or bland. Cloaked in ice, it’s hard to tell What it began as, Lack of colour or the texture doesn’t help To solve the quandary I am placed in, I should have put a label on each shelf. Or should I just be like the bloke who batches And surprises himself daily for his meals. He never knows what’s on for his dinner Now he’s taken all the labels off his cans. Reckons that it stops him going balmy Gives variety to life as it now means He eats what’s in the tin he’s opened Be it peaches, steak and onions or just beans. But the thing that’s caused the most concern about it It’s my one and only great abiding fear It’s the chance it could be past its use date Not just days or months, but possibly, by years! |
Additional Notes:
About time I reverted to something a bit more lighthearted.
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