Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole

I almost wish it were
A metaphor for death; decay!
Instead you’ll be surprised
To hear me say
That coming home to
Mouldy guacamole
Holy moley!
Guacamole!
Is actually a measure
Of my happiness
My pleasure
Green and lumpy
Like it should be
Now it’s blue as well:
Oh hell!
But no drama
At this sight;
I shrug and in this moonlit night
In the bin I put the mess to bed
And have a lovely curry instead.

4 Comments on “Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole

    • Thank you! I will definitely check out your blog. Been at a spoken word event tonight and was feeling particularly verbose while raiding the fridge 🙂

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