There was no lettuce in my fridge
Just a patch of slime
I wondered where my lettuce went
And why this slime was lime
Another day I discovered
A pool of vivid red
My tomatoes had gone missing
And the kids had not been fed
Things were so peculiar
And we suffered in our grief
For a fridge containing liquid
With a bucket underneath
But things did not end there
It was getting out of hand
For next morning was a pool of white
Where once my fridge did stand