Two things I need to do today:
buy a fridge and write a poem.
The fridge we need because the one we have is old,
it whines, there’s rust around the door, it fails to keep things cold.
I have the catalogues, I plan to look in Which?,
and find the facts I’ll need to measure fridge with fridge,
to gauge how one stacks up against another,
to take into account not just capacity but colour,
advanced design, aesthetics, style.
I think it’s going to take a while.
It looks as if the poem will have to wait.