What kind of food am I
Inside this Frigidaire?
Behind the peach preserves
I've spent a year
In this Tupperware;
A shapeless protein mass,
I'll stay congealed
And tightly sealed
Until my splendor is revealed;

What kind of chow was I
Before I turned so green
And grew into a form of life
That science has never seen?
I was so yummy once
Not that you give a damn–
But won't you taste and try to guess
What food I am?

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What kind of food am I
From some old doggy bag
That when you open this
Container, I'll
Make you gulp and gag?
An erstwhile dinner course,
I hardly please–
I glow like cheese
With some obnoxious new disease;

What kind of grub was I
When I still had a shape
That you were somehow just too dense
To label with masking tape?
I've been in here so long–
Soon you must set me free–
Then you will have to sniff and guess
What food I be!

I look like nothing else–
So come to think of it
I guess that I'm not really food at all--
I'm sh*t!