Fridge

The odor of the icebox criedSome animal had crept to hideBehind the crocks and slowly died.Too long the food had lain inside.In spite of all the rampant gore,Disgusted to her lazy core,Mrs. Squidge began the choreAnd cautiously approached the door.In the peaceful, picture-perfect town of Pickle Ridge, one of its residents, Mrs. Squidge, finally decides to empty her smelly refrigerator.With her hands encased in pink gloves, she begins shoveling malignant rations and corrupt drink down her sink drain. As the stinky mess is ground into tiny pieces in her garbage disposal, Mrs. Squidge mistakenly believes the worst is behind her as she admires her sparkling refrigerator. Little does she know that she and the residents of Pickle Ridge are about to experience a calamity like no other.In this humorous rhyming tale, the resident of a quiet little village decides to clean her refrigerator with disastrous results.