In My Fridge
In my fridge’ there’s a pot with a lid.
It’s way in the back, behind the beer.
I try to keep the pot well hid.
Thinking of it makes me shiver in fear.
You see it’s been six months or so.
I cooked some sort of dish.
What was in the pot I don’t know.
Could have been rice, or beans, or fish.
I planned to eat it, I really did.
I kept it cold, so it would keep.
In my fridge’, the pot with the lid.
Is causing me to lose sleep.
One day, while getting a cold brew.
I thought I heard the lid rattle.
I looked and the lid was slightly askew.
So I grabbed a weapon and prepared for battle.
I tapped the side of the pot with my knife.
Repositioned the lid, and made it fit tight.
And the question I heard made me fear for my life.
“Do you mind terribly, turning out the light?”
In my fridge’ there’s a pot with a lid.
Poetry
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Oh I love this!
So dark! So gritty! I’m left questioning what was in that pot.
Upon all this I enjoyed the rhyme scheme. I slightly felt like I was reading an Edgar Allan Poe poem. It was so good to the point I have no complaints. Only, well done!
This poem is amazing! I loved the rhyme scheme and the story was written quite beautifully. Good job!!!
Yeah, I need to clean out my own fridge ….. I really like this poem …. it’s edgy and funny!
I like the way that a pot in the fridge can be so bothersome and worrisome as to even lose sleep, thanks I enjoyed reading.