The odor of the icebox cried In spite of all the rampant gore, In the peaceful, picture-perfect town of Pickle Ridge, one of its residents, Mrs. Squidge, finally decides to empty her smelly refrigerator.
Some animal had crept to hide
Behind the crocks and slowly died.
Too long the food had lain inside.
Disgusted to her lazy core,
Mrs. Squidge began the chore
And cautiously approached the door.
With her hands...