I ask for your indulgence as this subject I explore and beg your forgiveness if you think I am a bore

But someone had to act on a tragic situation So I put my rear in gear but it gives me no elation

To be the one to explain to you how our newsroom refrigerator appear and smelled like a stockyard elevator

There were vegetables with roots which had re-sprouted And things a rat might eat although I'd seriously doubt it

I found milk cartons dated April January and October, too I even found K-rations from the big war, WWII

There were salads long since wilted salad dressings much too old and many covered dishes which were long ago lost to mold

And up in that freezer those pitiful ice trays amidst what looked like road kill that been sitting there for days

I guess what I'm getting at now that I have your attention is help from you to get me through this not-so-secret mission

So if you aren't a culprit this message isn't for you you can disregard it and find something else to do

But I spent considerable time cleaning out all the crap washing doors, inside walls the metal and plastic racks

I used industrial cleaner and scrubbed with a heavy lean and after nearly an hour I almost got it clean

So in the future you and I could be much more respectful if we removed our aging items and not be so forgetful

From now on, at least for a while you needn't be afraid to use it But I shouldn't have to tell you That you shouldn't abuse it

And by the way, for those of you who had the Tupperware, look for it on top of the fridge and get it out of here

All of this I beg of you this time, but keep in mind that if I go through this again I will not be so kind

-- a reluctant custodian