A Tribute To a Major Appliance
Hey little fridgy-widgy,
Where’s my fishy-wishy?
Is it hiding in the back,
Or lost in a crack?
Let me at it,
Gonna grab it,
With a mini fridge attack.
Eww, its swathed in icky mold,
But the fish was not that old.
I assert that you must
Shake off all your rust.
Don’t you ditch me,
Fridgy-widgy;
Say you’ll always keep food cold.
You say you’ve lost your drive,
And will not long survive.
But you’re my best chum,
That’s kept food numb,
And like a pup,
I’ve raised you up
Since nineteen eighty five.
In fact, you are living proof,
That I haven’t lost my youth.
You’ve been plugged in,
Through thick and thin,
Though my family
Have all left me,
But I wish you were rustproof!
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