Tounge in cheek look at the consequence of a malfunctioning refrigerator holding Christmas goodies. No one got sick; just tossed out a lot of hard work. (ED=Emergency Department)
Refrigerator Blues
Clay Hurtubise

The dip has gripped me,
Can’t you see?
My eyes yellow, skin is green
That old frig is a vengeful machine
Too much I ate
That I admit.
The alarm, too late,
To the ED I commit.
Now I pray to porcelain God,
Holiday treats, more of a trick
Placed not in a frig, but a bacterial pod
Next year I swear, just a quick lick.
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