sally ann jackson

Rookie - 0 Points (1973 / Stone Staffordshire)

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

  • Valerie Dohren (7/26/2012 4:45:00 PM)

    Great write, especially the last line! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

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