The Frigidaire Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Ready for sleep, and lying in my bed.. I heard this music,
spinning 'round in my head.. I wasn't dreaming, I knew it
was there.. And it was coming from my Frigidaire..
As I opened up the door, to my surprise, the Pork Chops
were dancing with the Chicken Thighs..
They said, 'don't bother us now, 'cause were really hot,
none of us are gonna sit in here and rot'..
Sweet Fruit and some Juices were doing it too..
And the Milk standing tall, was singing, 'Moo, Moo, Moo..'
As I opened up the freezer, I heard a different beat..
All of the other stuff was grooving with the meat..
Everybody was getting down.. Then I gently closed the door..
But I see no rest for me, this night..
My feet keep tapping on the floor..