For my next Poetry Month post, I’m showing off the second poem in my archives. It was a climbing rhyme I wrote for a fridge cleaning on Friday the 13th. In the blog post where I shared it originally, I also described how ridiculously hard it was to ever get my paid time off work because my boss was ridiculous. I recreated a typical conversation we would have on the matter, and you can find it here.

Onto the poem!

Terza Rima  (Climbing Rhyme) – A poem with three lines per stanza. The first and third lines rhyme, and the second line of the stanza rhymes with the first and third of the next.

The Freaky Friday Fridge

Friday the thirteenth can be sly,
sneak upon you, trick and fool you,
until Saturday draws nigh,

And when the week begins anew,
don’t blame your lost lunch on bad luck,
when from the fridge you stayed eschew.

Though black cats hiss and run amuck,
and salt is spilled, though just a smidge,
and mirrors shatter to bits when struck,

Despite ladders lined-up like a bridge,
and cracks on the ground stepped-on unseen,
I’ll clean that funky, freaky fridge!

I’ll toss green beans and Lean Cuisine,
and soup this Friday the thirteenth.
I strike tonight at five fifteen!