So... I wasn't surprised when I discovered that The Daughter maintained a store of ready-to-drink Milo inside the shared fridge in her university lodgings. I WAS surprised at the depth of her misery when someone stole her small carton of Milo. She was so upset that to relieve the intensity of her feelings, she wrote the following poem. The Daughter is a gentle soul. This is about as violent as she is likely to be, even with words.
In all innocence one Friday night
I stored my Milo out of sight
I put it in the fridge to keep
Not knowing what would come of it
Two hours later I returned
Imagine my horror when I learnt
The gluttonous thief had struck again
The swinish nuisance has no shame
I imagine that you're just next door
Feasting on your stolen stores
Devouring my Milo in gulps not sips
And when you're done, licking your lips
But that alone is not nearly enough
You must return for more good stuff
So you twitch your hairy eager nose
For to you that fridge is never closed
You're a pirate, a pilferer, and a punk
I hope someone cuts off your tongue
I hope someone stuffs you in an oven
An hour there might make you soften
I hope that your loot festers and rots
I hope that you get chicken pox
I know what you did that Friday night
And now I hope you feel contrite
10 comments:
that is low...to steal a persons food...from their own refrigerator...in their own room! your daughter's poem is apt and I am happy that I could not have been the culprit!!
excellent!!
Theanne - Hee... it was a shared fridge actually. Every floor of the building has a shared mini kitchen with a small fridge.
She remains so cute when she's angry.
Is she going to stick this poem on the fridge? I can imagine the thief choking on the milo...haha!
Once, in my boarding school, my room mate left his watermelon in the fridge. 20 minutes later, it was gone.
Once my roommate left his watermelon in the fridge. 20 minutes later, it was gone..
Ting - :-)
Leah - No... she didn't. Too gentle lah... this one.
Danny Boy - Ohhh... sorry to hear that.
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