Ode to a Would-Be Salad

I was going to have a salad

And feel oh so virtuous

But fate got me furious

The fridge was empty of lettuce

 

How could that be!

It only takes half a head for salad

And that's how I knew

That Dad had been home

He'd eaten the other half of lettuce

 

Gone, O lettuce!

Gone the virtue pure

But you know I should have known

That when Dad is home

Leftover foods are at their own peril