Opening my way too big and noisy fridge,
I have to bend on over the edge of it,
To peek on what lies inside on the bottom.
Two pieces of fish I cached last year,
And a chicken who is nearly green,
Oh and that's where I left my DVD.
I'll have to trow that bird out soon,
Else I will have it walking down the hall,
Saying nothing else then "Bacall".
So as you can see for yourself my friend,
My apatite for food ain't much to brag about,
And I've spent a year collecting that.









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