A Trifle Disappointed! Poem by Denis Martindale

The week's shopping was delivered at last
and I had to help get that lot into the house,
to the kitchen worktops, floor and the fridge...

So in went a few trifles, the milk and the eggs,
some to the top fridge section, some to the base.
The top section trifle devoured within the hour,
the others left for later, or so I thought...

At 10pm, the next day, all was not well...

The trifle I took out the base section was, erm,
frozen solid, not a sign of a trifle treat in sight.
So I left it in the kitchen to defrost, as yer do...
At midnight, I thought I'd check it again...
The spoon couldn't sink into that trifle at all, at all,
so I tried again a few hours later, as yer do...

At 3am, the spoon squished its way into that trifle,
over here, over there, a trifle to the left and to the right,
so I tested a squidgy spoonful and decided it was OK,
then another spoonful, then another, then another...

Pretty soon, I'd devoured three quarters of it down,
but that last quarter wasn't looking at its best...
sort of iffy rather than lovely, so I admitted defeat...
Decided not to finish off whatever it was that was left...
I hate wasting food with so much food waste nowadays...
Not too impressed with meself at the moment...
In fact, I'm a trifle disappointed, to say the least...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.