sally ann jackson
Appliances - Poem by sally ann jackson
Dish washer with its mouth ajar hungry for its fill,
Washing machine with clothes go round as dirt it tries too kill.
Fridge stands tall & menacing & wants too be left alone,
A door sealed shut & food inside as it tries too own.
Cooker with its heat inside, the fiercest of them all,
contents oh how they like too burn now that's it's big downfall.
But best of all with water full a kettle on my side,
flick a switch a coffee cup & see it boil with pride.
Comments about Appliances by sally ann jackson
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You