The Fridge

Once there was a lonely shelf

enough to hold some cheese

a pint of milk,

a couple of eggs,

and a tiny box

in which to freeze

a loaf of bread

a packet of peas

.

One became two,

enough to fit

baby bottles

and all the kit

that extra feckers

need to squeeze

in growing bodies

that grew more than a bit

.

A two-storey cold house

we managed to kill,

pack lunches,

leftovers -

no where to chill

the half eaten sandwich,

a half drunk drink,

that bottle of wine

that remained half filled

.

We blew up one fridge

and then another.

Cling-filmed dishes

were threatening to smother

more than ketchupped chips

(now covered)

drowning in snacks as

the food took over

.

Then, one day

the Goddess sighed, and

five foot three of

storage arrived.

Enough to house

an elephant steak

two horses, a rhino

vegetables of size.

Beautiful too

a froidian winner;

I love my fridge

and all that’s inner.




.