Ready for sleep, and lying in my bed.. I heard this music, <br />spinning 'round in my head.. I wasn't dreaming, I knew it <br />was there.. And it was coming from my Frigidaire.. <br />As I opened up the door, to my surprise, the Pork Chops <br />were dancing with the Chicken Thighs.. <br />They said, 'don't bother us now, 'cause were really hot, <br />none of us are gonna sit in here and rot'.. <br />Sweet Fruit and some Juices were doing it too.. <br />And the Milk standing tall, was singing, 'Moo, Moo, Moo..' <br />As I opened up the freezer, I heard a different beat.. <br />All of the other stuff was grooving with the meat.. <br />Everybody was getting down.. Then I gently closed the door.. <br />But I see no rest for me, this night.. <br />My feet keep tapping on the floor..<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-frigidaire/
