The Black Fridge
We put things in the fridge,
To keep them very cold,
But some things in our fridge,
Are getting very old.
Like dear Uncle Ted,
By the loaf of bread,
He’s been there,
Since he last went to bed.
And cousin Ebenezer,
In the freezer,
He’s sadly missed,
The jolly old geezer.
And of Aunty Ann,
There’s hardly a trace,
A roasting pan’s,
A right resting place.
And if you think,
Sally was nice,
Have another serving,
Of this fine meat slice.
And as for the cat,
Don’t worry about that,
Just try on,
This funny furry hat.
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