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!