This one’s for Dan at nofacilities.com. I have used it before but given our recent discussions I thought it appropriate to offer this:
The dishwasher whispered
To the toaster one day
There’s crumbs in my workings
In an irritating way!
The toaster responded
With a mouth full of bread
The faults not my own
It’s the humans I said!
The kettle then screamed
My ass it’s a glow!
Stop bickering this minute
My lid’s gonna blow!
The oven just smiled
A long gentle burn
He knew what was coming
He’d just wait his turn.
Then a cold laden breeze
Filled the room with despair
With the fridge door ajar
They knew who was there.
“Breakfast is ready”
Came the bone chilling call
And the hoards then descended
On the appliances cabal.
I love this poem, Pam! Thanks for sharing it again for me.
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Always a pleasure Dan.
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Gotta love that kettle.
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It’s been with me for almost 40 years!
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lol! I love this! ❤
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Thanks!
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Love it, beautifully put together Pam 😀
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Thanks Mark
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Pam, you could post this poem once a week and I would love it every time!! Thanks for sharing it again.
🐾Ginger 🐾
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hahaha . Surely you would get bored with me!
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Still good, Pamela. Thanks.
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I am glad you still like it John.
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That was fun and clever!
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Thank you so much!
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My pleasure!
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Nice one 😀
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Thanks
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I remember this! I love it! 😛
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Thanks!
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Fantastic!! I nominate this for the GREATEST POEM EVAH!!
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hahaha . I’m glad you like it!
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