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Dec 4
"NOW...WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?"

the kettle boils
for a nice cuppa
I take it...put it

in the fridge
I stand there
in the open door light

wondering
"Now...what's wrong
with this picture?"

I close the door
the light
goes out.

I call my wife
"Have you seen the kettle?"
surely she would know

we search the kitchen
with a fine tooth comb
nothing

not even
a smidgin
of a kettle

I go to the fridge
to get some
cranberry juice

and there
lo and
behold

stands the kettle
no longer
so hot

I can imagine
the kettle hopping
off its stand

skipping across the floor
before opening the fridge
and closing the door

but why and how
would a kettle
do that?

*

It's where lost objects go to cool off. I wouldn't be surprised that the next time I go to the fridge and find myself there!
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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