Mouldy Man

There once was a man
Who turned into mould
As the days turned to years
And he got a tad old
But the question that’s begging
Was the rot always there
Or was it simply his sell by date
Ended last year

For from a nice person
He turned rather sour
Getting greener and greener
With each passing hour
And the smell he emitted
Was for certain so bad
A fungi of decay
From this quite rotten lad

But that is what happens
When you buy into rot
Lest never forget
Let it not be forgot
That those who lose sight
Of what’s right and what’s wrong
Will turn into mould.
Before very long

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Mould

I swear that student kitchens
Are a witness to the fact
That humans are resilient
Or could it just be that
They are a breed so set apart
Who thrive on mould and rot
That grows deep in their fridges
And even cooking pots

And that this green bacteria
Is their friend over foe
For sure as hell, it seems that they
Can cultivate and grow
The damn stuff in its masses
In cups, on food and more
Faster than any other place
And even up the door!

And so despite the warnings
From health authorities
In student kitchens countrywide
It’s cultured rampantly
In what one can only assume
Takes scientific test
And finds significance to say
That students like mould best!