Kitchen White Goods

Kitchen White Goods

There are some quite odd folk around

Who’ll send me random themes

But let me see what I can write

From fingers words shall stream

A poem about kitchen goods

Those ones are classed as white

I fear my bid to do this well

May end up being shite

For me the freezer is the best

Can store my microchips

Tomato ketchup in my view

The best of all the dips

One thing that tends to bug me lots

That shop known as Selfridges

I just don’t understand at all

Why they do not sell fridges

So wash and dry put clean clothes on

So you don’t smell of sweat

To me becoming normal

Isn’t something that I threat.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.