Ode To My Refrigerator!
O wondrous white container,
That keeps my veggies fresh,
I've come to pick out something,
But I really must confess
That I haven't got the foggiest
Idea why I came;
While you stand, wide open, patiently,
I must accept the blame;
You know that I'll remember,
After I've closed your door,
I only have to leave the room,
We've been through this before;
As I head across the living room,
I hear you call me back,
"Perhaps you'd like to take your phone?
You've left it on my rack!"