Near fifteen years ago it arrived
Carried in by stout ham-fisted men
Doors of gleaming stainless steel side by side
A maker of ice built into one of them
25 square cubic feet of storage
For items to be kept chilled or even frozen
Milk and deli meats, maybe left-over porridge
Butter and custard and sweet creams ambrosian
For days on end it hummed along quietly
Performing it's simple task without complaint
Until one dark night came sounds of dubiety
Finally a last gasp as if from a martyred saint
Repair was considered but not for long
As 'tis was the season for after Christmas sales
A 27 square footer could be bought for a song
With features that new technology avails
With well-rehearsed spiel the clerk delighted
In expounding on the merits of the latest device
She even showed samples that got us excited
Of the crushed, cubed and yes, round craft ice
It will be delivered next Wednesday.
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