Going Liquid Poem by Ima Ryma

I was safe and sound in my tray
In the fridge with my buddies when
Door opened and hands did display.
There was a twist of the tray, then
Out into the air I did fly.
It all did come as a shock, yup.
I landed on the stove nearby.
And then things really heated up.
Onto hot burner I did land,
From fridge to here quite out of norm.
And quickly I did understand,
As water I was changing form.

A melting ice cube now is me.
In liquidation I do be.