Here is a poem I thought you might all enjoy

Deep in Our Refrigerator

by Jack Prelutsky

Deep in our refrigerator,

there's a special place

for food that's been around awhile . . .

we keep it, just in case.

“It's probably too old to eat,”

my mother likes to say.

“But I don't think it's old enough

for me to throw away.”

It stays there for a month or more

to ripen in the cold,

and soon we notice fuzzy clumps

of multicolored mold.

The clumps are larger every day,

we notice this as well,

but mostly what we notice

is a certain special smell.

When finally it all becomes

a nasty mass of slime,

my mother takes it out, and says,

“Apparently, it's time.”

She dumps it in the garbage can,

though not without regret,

then fills the space with other food

that's not so ancient yet