Steak Sauce

I look into he fridge,
The milk, the cheese, the Popsicles,
Which really should be in the freezer,
But oh well.

There sits the A1,
IN all it's glory,
I wonder what Popsicle and a1 tastes like,
Chicken maybe?

(This was a random, ten second poem. By no means should you take it seriously. Thank you for your time. Have a nice day.)