John Leroy Maxwell

Veteran Poet - 1,341 Points (Harrisburg, Pa.)

The Frigidaire

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..'

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