(To the Tune of My Favorite Things)
Left-over pizza and take out Chinese Food,
Nevermind stealing a lunch is just plain rude.
All of the Styrofoam stacked in the fridge,
No one will notice if I have a smidge.
When the work’s hard.
I can’t manage.
When the boss is mad.
I simply remember the things in the fridge,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
Cream filled confections,
And crisp apple strudels.
Big plates of lasagna,
And meatballs with noodles.
All of these leftovers I can salvage.
This is what I find when I raid the fridge.
Hot pockets a-plenty.
There’s so much food here,
I never feel guilty.
I’m doing my part preventing spoilage,
Otherwise there would be stink in the fridge.
I can’t remember whether or not I had shared this previously, but it came up in conversation around the office. Enjoy!