My Fridge

in poetry •  6 years ago  (edited)

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MY FRIDGE

There was no lettuce in my fridge
Just a patch of slime
I wondered where my lettuce went
And why this slime was lime

Another day I discovered
A pool of vivid red
My tomatoes had gone missing
And the kids had not been fed

Things were so peculiar
And we suffered in our grief
For a fridge containing liquid
With a bucket underneath

But things did not end there
It was getting out of hand
For next morning was a pool of white
Where once my fridge did stand

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Thank you for your poem. It made me smile :) and inspired the following words...

It makes one wonder
The tales a fridge could tell
Fridges telling stories
Wouldn't that be swell

Gather round
It's story time
Another one
Another rhyme

A tale of a fridge
A fridge of a tale
A feast of words
A lingering pail

Oh what sleight of hand
For your fridge of white
Melted without reason
In the heat of the night