Something lurks inside of there,
Sitting in some Tupperware,
It sits, waiting to be released from the refrigerator,
Pretending its an elevator
To get to the human realm,
Putting on its helm,
Ready for the battle that will give them a feast
Of human flesh. Should we fear the beast?
It is naught but mold,
Which we will throw out in the fold.
Though it shall explode
And break its code.