Sunday, October 24, 2010

ms. foreman and the fridge

ms. foreman with her apron blue
walks beside the canyon ridge
she climbs the rock
in her light blue smock
to find the fire in her fridge

the thing is she's only about an inch
and the blistering cold that is her fridge
can knock her down
or freeze her gown
and she may die up on that ridge

ms. foreman finds the fire high
it turns out it brings the light
but should it exhaust
then comes the frost
and then she's lost
it seems she can't resolve her plight
life is tough when you have no height


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