Angie’s Antics…

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Humid day

Emerald green sky…

Maybe more hail on the way?

What better time for a deep dive…

Down, down, down… into the chilly abyss

Dad’s crammed chest freezer… with ice encrusted

Will I topple in, vanish… never to be seen again… alive?

A mental compass activated; Search and Rescue Mission, or Destroy?

Vanilla yoghurt abandoned eons ago… Dad detests yogurt! He’s disgusted!

Retrieve… then definitely dump; ditch, discard… our only ploy.

Takeaway container… icy spiderwebs embellish

Pink, yellow, green, red… mould?!

Eek! I recoil…it sure looks hellish!

Your mother made that!

Dad chirps up with a grin.

Mum’s gone, she died

Two years it’s been.

It’s her Trifle!

We decide.

Yum?!

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Ham!

Half a leg

Frozen solid!

We only need a bit.

The circular saw… Dad’ll fix it!

Burning metallic smell…

“This tastes horrid!”

That didn’t

Go so…

Well!

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“Mum!

This is off!”

“Don’t be silly…

It’s just tomato sauce…”

Sip and try… we almost cry!

“Grandie’s put vinegar in!”

“Waste not, want not…”

His motto to

Live

By!

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Stale

Dry bread

Without a doubt, toss it out

Into the back yard… birds will be fed.

Curry, mince or stew… any old brew

Oh, put it in a container… save it!

For Cocoa the dog, it’ll do.

Dad sure was frugal!

He made life

Fun! For...

Every

One!

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Written for: Poppy's Prompts #3: March

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