It was a very old stove, a classic they said,
With knobs that were yellowed with age,
But the burners all worked and the broiler was fine,
It was one of the best in the trades.
Along one day came a fine Frigidaire
Round at the top and compact,
And the Wedgewood stove said with a gleam in his eye,
Would you all get a gander at that?
It was passionate love at very first sight,
Though no one could understand why,
For a stove always hot and a frig always cold
Would never quite see eye to eye.
She was cool and aloof, though down in her coils
She thought him quite big and so strong!
Why it took four or five employees just to move him,
Could a love between them be so wrong?
Well, along one day came an elderly couple
Searching for a stove such as he;
They happily paid the price on the sticker
And had it delivered at three.
But the stove was morose without Frigidaire
And none of his burners would light;
The couple went back to the store to complain
The owner said he’d make it all right;
So he had his employees deliver the frig,
And put it back next to the range.
The Wedgewood went back to working again;
Which proves just how love can be strange.
-Sandra Lee Smith