Fridge

Fridge

Oh God, here I go again bitchin’.
There’s a bad smell somewhere in my kitchen,
A bloody horrible pong
And I think it’s coming from my fridge.
But before you say I’m a nong,
I cleaned out that appliance
A week ago,
And three days ago so did my flatmate,
So that’s that, mate.
Unless there was unmentioned noncompliance
Which I doubt.
I mean, it’s not really rocket science.
I should be able to work it out.
But are we, all of us
Us and our fridge,
Really being ridgy didge?