This is a requiem for old food that's dead in the fridge I put it in the crisper, but it refuses to live I bought it at the market, the colours, the sounds And only one dollar a pound I bought you with high hopes of making a nice veggie pie But then some friends came over and so we ordered some Thai Oh why did I let you die? While we ate puck dock gung I'm not a first offender; vegecide is my crime Two pumpkins, three tomatoes, four squash, two leaks and a lime On the bench in a bowl I left them They were never identified