Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Torture of a Fridge
It started as a faint whiff,
An irritating scent
Rising from within.
But on the horizon
There approached the cavalry
Riding forth on a cloud of pungent dust.
The attack commenced,
An intruder placed within my own ranks -
It overpowered us all.
They called him 'Stilton the Blue.'
Suddenly, veiled in darkness
The repulsive stench spreads through my veins
Suffocating me from within.
Just as I lose all hope of rescue,
A light fills my heart
Clearing the air and killing the enemy.
As my life continues,
I am constantly filled with lemony freshness
Proud in the knowledge that I am a clean fridge.
by Sarah Kirby