I bought a box

Full of strawberries

I had planned to

Turn them into a

Cake with milky chocolate

As its filling. 

 

But I had forgotten

The date in which

They were to expire

So I opened the fridge

And I found mold,

Covering them like a

Wolf's cozy blanket

 

And I tried to wash

The moldy strawberries with

Rejuvenating water, but 

The mold refused to let go,

And I feared tossing away

What I had bought

With the seven cents

Residing in my cobwebbed wallet

 

But the wallet had

Reminded me of the

100 dollar bill, laying in bed

Like a worn out child in its secret chamber

So with haste, I tossed

The molded strawberries,

And I found in the store

Fresh strawberries that lasted

An eternal summertime