The Refrigerator Monster

The refrigerator monster,
the cleverest of beasts,
lives in my refrigerator
and feasts and feasts and feasts.

He’s faster than the speed of light
and tiny as can be.
He’s the hungriest of monsters
and very hard to see.

He scampers when the light goes on
and dives inside the juice.
He is the master of disguise
and blends in with produce.

He lurks behind the pickle jar
and eats up all the cheese.
I've yet to catch a glimpse of him
but always hear him sneeze.

He hides inside the crisper drawer.
I feel his chilly stare.
When I quickly pull it open,
I never see him there.

I know that monsters in my fridge.
I’m sure as sure can be.
I see footprints in the butter,
hear splashing in the tea.

I feel that he is taunting me
I hear his sloppy slurps.
He’s the rudest of all monsters.
I smell his smelly burps.

Next time you open up your fridge
and darkness turns to light,
the refrigerator monster
is hiding in plain sight.