Speaking of the Frig

And then, there is the refrigerator, my rather large ice chest 

The food and drink are kept inside, they think they are at rest 

When the door is opened, the light will shine about 

It seems the light is shining, and the food begins to shout 

“It’s time to eat, you silly girl.” I hear the big frig say 

“Pick from the store, your treasure trove.” The food that’s on display 

From the garden the veggies arrived, the frig their cooling home

For each significant vegetable, represents a true gnome 

At last, I stop and feel so blessed, the garden a wonder, the store 

The store is a product of one man’s love, his hobby that I adore 

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