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man fridge

whats in a mans fridge I wonder?

what plentiful things a plenty plunder?

what with mould and rice and margarine blunder

its all gone off the rails

all potted stuff and furry trails

of jam blobs

no snobbery in the man fridge

its all blobby bothery

all bloody blubbery

probably vitmanin robbery

bits of meat cuts - ages old

half opened tins of marigold spread

dried up pizza and tandori pitta bread

microwave meals and right said fread

all going off in the man fridge

all out of date

too much to late

good intentions empty plate

off down the chippy

ten past eight

always a cold lager though

to celebrate

long shelf life in the man fridge

◄ slowly closing down

I do like your bag, Lynda ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (5646)

Sun 14th Sep 2008 18:49

Hi Pete,
this is a very sexist poem.
Sounds like mine!
filled with beer and wine.
White of course, cos i'm into tryin' reds at moment. How cheesy is that?
Oh well, back to the glass. cheers.
love Janet.xx

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