
My life is like a kitchen fridge.The analogy is frighteningHow analysing this white goodGives insights so enlightening.For when I was new and little usedI sparkled glistening white,And when I was open wide to viewMy bulb inside shone bright.My contents stayed so fresh and crispI could instantly defrost.My motor ran infrequentlyTo minimise my cost.I gave the picture I was smartAnd kept a tight schedule.I was quick and efficient.I kept my calm and cool.Alas I am no longer new,I've been well used and battered.I have not been well maintainedAs nothing really mattered.My door seals leak. My bulb has blown.My vegetables froze.My freezer is so full of frostIts door cannot be closed.My motor runs incessantly,Its longevity's in doubt.It rattles loud and shakes the floor.It may soon burn right out.I'm overloaded, overworked.This chill I cannot keep.If I do not change immediatelyI'm to the garbage heap.I need a defrost right away.I hardly can recallThe feel of ice slabs falling offTo free my freezer walls.I know it will envigorateTo warm my freezing coreAnd drip my drips with no controlTo puddle on the floor.Oh what a wonderful releaseTo make a mighty messAnd let the food warm up and rotWhile feeling quite guiltless.I'll rid my shelves of all the foodAnd clean off all the mould.I want to have a complete new startAnd not be undersold.I'll get new seals to line my doorTo make it fit right tightAnd wear a long-life new bulbSo I'll always shine out bright.Before you let yourself frost upAnd be the burnt out foolStart your own defrost programSo you can keep your "cool".
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