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
Butterfly Sand 