I opened the door, and suddenly hit
With smells of mold
What I would see as garbage
The dog would take as gold.

I remember once making spaghetti
Covered with sauce and cheese
But after about three months of age
I'm brought to my knees.

The milk has expired
The zucchini has deflated
The old bean soup and peanut butter
Almost appear to be related.

I wonder where those wings went
I thought they were already taken
But they appear to be as old
As this package of bacon.

Take out the hamburger, the steak
I'm gonna need to take a break
Before I start to get a headache.