Ode to Left Overs

Oh leftovers.
How you sit in my fridge.
My belly is where you need to be in.

Oh leftovers how you mock me.
Sitting and staring.
SITTING AND STARING.

Perhaps I am lazy.
Perhaps I can't wait.

I am hungry now.

First the leftovers are cold.
So you have to heat them up!
Then the leftovers are too hot!
So you have to let them cool off...

Oh LEFT OVERS how I wish you could be LEFT in the fridge.
But if I leave you too long, mold will grow on you.
Which will decrease your eatability dramatically.

So I will eat you.
After I heat you and seat you.

Oh Left Over!
Now You are Left NOvers.