She tries in vain,
to make sense of an
insane fridge lacking
in-consumables
1st attempt,
a grilled cheese, meant
to bring one to their knees
but ended up being
half-hocked as sanguine
chedder fused with wheat bread
made cardboard cuisine
2nd attempt,
ramen noodles, an old standby
no college freshman can deny
but 5 cent goodness meant
5 dollar Pepto, a bad sign
when indigestion seems
most enterprise
3rd attempt,
Reece's Peanut Buttercups,
chocolate goodness can't screw up
but oh, it can - in melted form
so not the norm, when no distinction
'tween wax-paper and peanut sauce
is grounds for tastebud's eviction
4th and final,
nothing left to scurge nor scour
escaping further tastes toward sour
in satisfaction's grasp it came,
a Kaufman remedy saved the day
as Eternal Sunshine filled the room,
erasing former hunger, away...
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