There’s been a lot of food flinging over the past several days, but it’s got to come to a close because stuff is starting to stink to high heavens around here. Here’s the completed story…
Image- The Family Groove
“Clean the fridge,” Mom said in a huff.
“Get rid of all the nasty stuff!”
“Fuzzy, moldy, stinky or green,
throw it all out. Make it all clean.”
Lou and Sam grabbed for their noses.
The interior smelt nothing like roses.
As they dug deeper and deeper,
nary a food was deemed a keeper.
Refuse was piled high to throw out.
Sport then burst in and let out a shout,
“I’m starving! What’s this? Some good eats!”
He thought the waste was delectable treats.
The kids snatched up plates and played keep away.
Sport wouldn’t get sick on their watch today.
But Sport thought he was being had.
Kept from a meal, he soon grew mad.
“Sport, you shouldn’t eat this on a dare!”
Just then a glob WHIZZED through the air.
Tossed towards Lou, but missed by a trace.
That’s when it splatted upon Sam’s face.”
Pfftt! Sam looked up with a devilish grin.
And threw back a pear, rotten outside and in.
The smell of the peach made Lou feel ill.
The squish of the squash gave him a thrill.
Lou threw that squash hard as he could,
and PLORF he got Sport really good.
Then Mom came in, looking real mad.
And Sport realized he hadn’t been had.
“This is atrocious!” his mother screamed.
TAP-TAP-TAP! Is this a dream?
“Is this what I get when I ask you to clean?
Now I have to turn really mean.”
With that, she grabbed up the messiest glob.
And, SPLINK, gave it a lob.
It WHACKED Lou smack dab on his head.
He grabbed a glob of sandwich spread.
As spread flew from his finger tips,
Lou slipped CRUNCH onto moldy chips.
Not moldy chips! Not moldy chips!
Why couldn’t I slip on Onion dips?
Or day old pasta? Even jelly beans?
At least, I could have LICKED them clean.
“The fridge is now clean, spotless in fact.
Enough fun and games, get the kitchen intact.
Sport, don’t you try to sneak out that door.
Help Sam and Lou or you’re grounded,” Mom swore.
Realizing they would be stuck in all day,
if the huge mess was not mopped away,
the three shook hands, then divided the tasks.
First on the list, POP on the gas masks!
Image- TV Tropes
Thanks to everyone who helped grow the story. It was fun wasn’t it? :0)
Read all the finished Food Fight stories over at Marcie’s blog. Judging starts this week!