It sits on the counter.
Left out by a careless someone ( someone means little sibling for those who don't speak Older Sister)
I feel bad for It. But not as bad as I feel for my nose.
My nose shrivles, then disingrates to a pile of powdered pain.
The pain cuts holes in my nostril.
Just like the holes in the poor, pathetic thing sitting on the counter.
But the holes in that are moldy.
Green and blue fuzz that coats the hole like earwax in the ear canal. Carelessly cascaded onto the counter to rot next to the cake coated in candy.
Nobody would want to throw it out. But I know I must.
So I slip surgical gloves on and try not to smell the stank, emitting from the swiss cheese left out on the counter
Author notes
"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." ~ G.K. Chesterton
Well I thought I'd do something about it.
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Comments
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this is funny
I have an older sister who complained her nose is big, great description of the ear
good relationship this is full of humor I laughed
totally can relate to this moldy bread never is good with peanut butter and jelly sandwich
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I really like this one!Very real!
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