I wrote this poem when I was fourteen. It was published in the school newspaper when I was in high school.
I open the refrigerator door; it gives out a loud groan.
I look in at all the junk, things carelessly flung about.
Slimy muck is dripping down.
There are endless rows of cartons, containers, jars, and
bottles.
I am lost among all the confusion.
I try to run away from the falling junk, the foul odor of
rotten eggs, the stale smell of bread, and the nasty
look of the tuna fish!
It is a mad house in the refrigerator.
Food is running amuck!
I scream and slam the door in a hurry and then I sigh
with relief.
That was the day the refrigerator frightened me.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 04:09
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The Day The Refrigerator Frightened Me
I open the refrigerator door; it gives out a loud groan.
I look in at all the junk, things carelessly flung about.
Slimy muck is dripping down.
There are endless rows of cartons, containers, jars, and
bottles.
I am lost among all the confusion.
I try to run away from the falling junk, the foul odor of
rotten eggs, the stale smell of bread, and the nasty
look of the tuna fish!
It is a mad house in the refrigerator.
Food is running amuck!
I scream and slam the door in a hurry and then I sigh
with relief.
That was the day the refrigerator frightened me.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
Read 506 times
Written on 2006-11-02 at 04:09
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