Faithful servant!
Willing friend!
That giving appliance,
Always willing to lend.
He feeds the hungry,
Nourishes the weak,
Makes the roaring stomachs
of children
A mere squeak.
Who else would keep
Our mustard ripe?
Hold our crayon masterpieces,
Calm our feral gripe?
An ode to the machine
That makes men merry and fat.
To that old refrigerator,
I tip my fancy hat.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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