He sat at the kitchen counter

where he kept his computer

and, immediately, smelled

stinky feet.

He looked down where his

shoes and feet did meet.

He breathed a sigh of ease;

it wasn’t he,

but he looked up and

on the counter

sat a dish of breakfast cheese,

two and a half hours after breakfast

and three out of the deep freeze.

Then he heard his wife ask nicely,

“Darling, put the cheese in the

refrigerator, please.”