My life is like a kitchen fridge.

The analogy is frightening

How analysing this white good

Gives insights so enlightening.

For when I was new and little used

I sparkled glistening white,

And when I was open wide to view

My bulb inside shone bright.

My contents stayed so fresh and crisp

I could instantly defrost.

My motor ran infrequently

To minimise my cost.

I gave the picture I was smart

And kept a tight schedule.

I was quick and efficient.

I kept my calm and cool.

Alas I am no longer new,

I’ve been well used and battered.

I have not been so well maintained

As nothing really mattered.

My door seals leak. My bulb has blown.

My vegetables then froze.

My freezer is so full of frost

Its door cannot be closed.

My motor runs incessantly

Its longevity in doubt.

It rattles loud and shakes the floor.

It may soon burn right out.

I’m overloaded, overworked.

This chill I cannot keep.

If I don’t change immediately

I’m to the garbage heap.

I need a defrost right away.

I hardly can recall

The feel of ice slabs falling off

To free my freezer walls.

I know it will envigorate

To warm my freezing core

And drip my drips with no control

To puddle on the floor.

I’ll rid my shelves of all the food

And clean off all the mould.

I want to have a brand new start

And not be undersold.

I’ll get new seals to line my door

To make it fit right tight

And wear a long-life brand new bulb

So I will shine out bright.

Before you let yourself frost up

And be the burnt out fool

Start your own defrost program