DODGY PEPPER...

it was sat there on the fridge shelf,
not even an omelette has time for this old bell
the eggs have moved, the butter has melted
the cherry tomatoes are fit to be pelted,
The milk has turned sour, the hooney has run
and heaven alone knows what has made the hummous, no fun
the fish fingers are fleeing for a much colder place
the burgers and baps are keeping up the pace
the cheese has chosen to take a vow...never to be grated, no way no how
the orange juice has lost its zest...mind you it never did look its
best...
and as for the cold beer, well what can one say.....
its jumped back on the wagon and is gone well away
so there he sits on the fridge shelf...
my old dodgy pepper a shadow of his former self....


© Anna Brown 14th may 2002


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