That Damn Fridge


It mocks me

A sentry in the kitchen

Its brilliant whiteness glittering fiercely

Taunting me with its mouth-watering sins


Be gone with you!

Oh, vixen of pastries

Temptress of sweets

Harlot of calories


You seductively call my name

Like a lover’s caress

Luring me closer

Until I succumb


I am your slave!

The End

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