Fridge over troubled waters

I stock my fridge most candidly,
Filled up with things I think it needs.
That would keep it warm,
When it decides to feed.
Yet for no reason that I can see,
It seems still, Very cold to me.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-07 at 01:45

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant title!
2023-05-07


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Ha ha
Good one
2023-05-07