Me Grannies Fridge

Me Grannies old fridge You’re gone now Good service given A machine just a lump a collection of metal and parts Machines just work or don’t When they stop they go Service - what nonsense it’s a human term Just fantasy and imagination games of my mind Working for twenty seven years Granny departed nineteen Out you go then Thrown there back of a truck Sadness a silliness watching you go down the road Me Grannies old fridge