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all out of date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
<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