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