A Lesson Taught By a Refridgerator

I can very clearly remember,
The day I first learned to whistle.
I was a beautiful summer day,
And I just couldn't sit still!

I was spinning 'round in circles,
In the middle of the kitchen,
Just whistling, whistling away,
My dad standing by the oven.

My day was going perfectly,
Until I got a very sudden shock.
I found that my head running into the fridge,
Felt just a bit like getting hit with a rock.

Author's Note

This was my "memory poem" for creative writing.
Enjoy!

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Awesome! Those dang fridges can be dangerous! Sneak right up and wham! lol. This was priceless. I loved the flow and rhyme and it was one of those poems that just makes a persom crack a smile. Thanks for sharing!

Aaron

[Coyote Poetry]

A fridge won't move. A very entertaining story and vision create by the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Calypso]

lol
I can see the deeper meaning in this, but I don't think there is one. When we're kids we do silly things like run into things and act goofy.