Here is a poem I wrote about my recent experience with Fridge repairs in Sydney:
Uh oh, my fridge broke and I need cold food
To fix this now, I am just not in the mood
I could order in and forget the issue
Just clean up the floor with some old tissue
Water is spilling from the broken fridge
I could leave that too and just build a bridge
I order a pizza, I’ll eat it up high
Safe from the floods, up in the kitchen sky
After two slices I contact fridge repairs Sydney
I mistype at first and search fridge repairs Kidney
Tomorrow they can come and repair
Until then it’s pizza in my high chair
Broken fridge and flooded floor
The journey too wet to get to the door
Low battery on phone, time to conserve
The pizza now finished, but that was just the hors d’oeuvre
One more call, this time I want chinese
‘Hello, spring rolls and crispy duck please’
I advise of the flood, you may want to leave it outside
No sir, we can deliver, come rain or high tide!
Fulfilled with my feast, it’s time to crack on
Fridge repair Sydney please don’t be long
Down from my stoop, water up to my thighs
I welcome the repairman and hold back my cries
It’s been awful my friend, no food and this flood!
I am here to help, I am your lifeblood
A toolbox and muscles, he gets to the fixing
The fridge will survive, I don’t need convincing
A few minutes later, the light bulb pings
A fixed fridge and bright light the repairman brings!
With an embrace and a smile I bid him adieu
My fridge is fixed, all thanks to you!
No more pizza, no more chinese
For me it’s chilled salad and maybe some cheese