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Mum's New Fridge
 



I remember Mum's new fridge,
a cream-coloured 'Pope', yes, ridgey didge!
It ran by kerosene...now there's a lark!
How come it's cold when it sports a spark?
Summers in the bush were so dry and hot,
outsiders never quite believed how hot it got.
Daddy cut a watermelon...put it in the 'Pope',
with ten kids on the loose, he didn't have a hope!
Trisha blamed it on her little sister (that was me);
but I told Dad four penguins had polished it off for tea.




Glossary:
ridgey didge: fair dinkum: that's right!







By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The pope, penguins and a watermelon (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The pope, penguins and a watermelon (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The pope, penguins and a watermelon (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The pope, penguins and a watermelon (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The pope, penguins and a watermelon (challenge has been closed)


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