Planet Defrost

 
God knew he'd been lazy
putting things off until last minute
so his hand trembled slightly
as he pulled the plug
but it was getting difficult
to open the door
 
First there were the nasties
skulking out back
even He  
would need gloves for those
Half an onion stroked its long grey beard
staring blandly like a false prophet  
Green salami warheads winked in the dark  
cuddling a hard boiled egg with GM wings
 
Humankind had never been good  
with fruit or multi-colored fur
but a half eaten Mars bar
only the Devil could have dumped that
next to poverty and malnutrition
 
God knew
disruption was inevitable
but with hygiene at stake
what was a quake or two
when he removed the racks
Should he steep those trays  
in boiling water?
It was two thousand years  
since the last inspection
and he was itching to trial
his new tsunami pressure wash
 
As another chunk of Greenland  
slid slowly to the floor
the creator pondered all he saw
What a mess ~
but six days had meant a rush job
Now if only he'd thought of auto defrost  
there would be more time  
to wrestle that devil  
back in to hell  
where he belongs