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Book 7 P 15
Shut the flame-min door
What’s in the fridge?
Open up the door.
The little light goes on,
gotta eat some more.
Standing in a daze,
thinking what I want.
Haven’t made my mind up
cause me brain is in a swamp.
So I shut the door again,
haven’t got a thing.
Open the door again,
wearing out the hinge.
Deja-vu is happening.
O no! here I go again.
Open and close the door,
my mind is in a spin.
It drove my mother mad
how I’d carry on like this,
to shut the flammin' door
was her favourite wish.
A hundred times a day
I must have been told.
“Shut the Flammin' door
your letting out the cold.”
She said;
“Shut the flame-min door,
Shut the flame-min door.
Shut the flame-min Door,
Why don’t you;
“Shut the flame-min door.”
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au 11/10/99 dominicj7@poetry.net.au