Cleaning the Fridge

I found this on Sheila's Gather, so don't forget to stop by her place to finish reading this humorous poem about the green blob hiding in the back of the fridge.  I wanted to pass it on to people that might not see it otherwise.

I cleaned my fridge, cleaned it well-

didn't know I was in for a day of hell

It all started when I reached way in the back

and came across an ominous, mysterious pack.

"What's this?" I wondered as I fearfully looked

Was this green shaggy mess, really something I cooked?

The color, how icky, the smell, how revolting

And if I'm not mistaken, I think it is molting!

Then it grabbed my hand; I let out a scream

It jumped to the floor and climbed to a beam!

"Oh no, you don't" I cried as I chased

Around the kitchen and dining, we tumbled and raced.

I chased with a broom; I chased with a cleaver

It grabbed hold of my cat; I couldn't just leave her.

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Now find out what happens next over at Sheila's.  It'll make you laugh even more. :D