The Grape Escapes

The Grape Escapes

In the fridge:

Lemons are subLime
The Lime has spread a line
Unfounded gristly rumors
Hungrily denied
Ensuing is the speech
Proclaimed by soured Peach:

"Assaulting saltings!
Gluttonous reductions!
Blatant herbicide
Apples cored and pied!"

The corn has ears to hear
And chooses not to listen to
Acerbic citric fears

The opened door
A jarring light
Potato joins the bunch
The closing door expunging sight
The Man enjoying lunch

"Potato!" Lime insists
"Address the dressings 
That they might enlist"

Potato says its eyes have seen
Curdling bitter happenings
An orange served with pork
Consumed! 
Unarguably forked

The Lime would stir rebellion
Tries to juice them up,
"We'll butter up the eggs
Or maybe egg them on
In hopes to hatch a plan
'Cause we are in a pickle
And really in a jam
We'll have to milk ourselves
Complete to beat the Man"

Swiss is really cheesed
Submits a bid to stay
But it's comprised of holes
And something in the whey

Tomato spoiled rotten
Doesn't deign to help,
"'Tis best to be forgotten
On the highest shelf"

The Grape reveals experience
In pressing enterprises
Drafts a map with many seeds
And fruitfulness surprises

...

The opened door
Insipid light
Emboldened food
Eluding plight
Unfolding is the mission
The plot has neared fruition

Mustard musters forth
The ketchup can't catch up
Begrudgingly gives up
As the Cat's sup

The Noodle squirms
For Jalapeno tripped
And peppered him with glass
Preventing Noodle's brittle state
From roiling very fast

A rash Banana
Creams the Corn
And quickly peels away
The Syrup vetoes aid
Allotting aggravation
Syrup suffers similarly
Sticky situations

After losing Chip
The Avocado sits
Repeating to herself,
"This really is the pits"

Celery is speared
By Peanut's shish kebabs
Unfortunate encounter, but
He always seemed a little nut

The Cat assails the turning Meat,
"I have no beef with you!"
Flurried fury, furry feet
Fractious feline sets to stew

So much was at steak
Of all the food that ventured out
Just the Grape escaped