Selling My Old Fridge
Yes, I had you told
My fridge would be sold:
Now tired, quite old
Few times got things cold
My hands I can fold
And stark grudges hold
Against Machines, old
Fridge that won't blocks mold...
Mine is a tongue bold
I oftentimes rolled
To bad Old Fridge Scold.
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