The ice cream bowl is white
It rests upon my stand at night
It has been there for about a week,
And if you were to take a peek,
You would see a sight
That actually might bite.
At the bottom of the bowl,
The ice cream is not cold,
But has turned to mold.
Also, a glass of coke that has not been taken away,
Resting on the stand since May.
It also has grown
The fuzz that makes Mom groan.
Then one day, to my dismay
I'm forced to take it all away.
Now all that sits on my stand
At night is my selection,
Of my gum collection.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.