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Burning Fridge

I recall
Years down the ladder of time,
When our maid opened the fridge,
It had moist vapours ensuing
And
She alarmed all present there
Hello all come and see,
The fridge is burning.

We all laughed at her simplicity,
The maid was shunning.

— loved, Nov 30, 2011

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: ROU

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loved

loved

14 years 6 months ago

His name

RICHARD HARRISON
and he stays in some place called Sydney may be Melbourne
may be not
his wife is ma'am Ann
and the INTERNET mentor was then 79
God bless
don't waste any more energy
at your age ,you have done enough.
Thanks Ian

wesley snow

wesley snow

14 years 6 months ago

Precious.

The last line however confuses me. I'm not sure I get it. istan