Deep underground,
With little around,
Far in the Cellar,
In Edam is stellar,
Wild living electronics running amok,
Occasionally seen from the underground rooftops, stuck in the muck,
And running loose next to organic gardens with planted strawberries and sunflowers,
Cordless entities running on battery power.
The wildest of the bunch are the washing machines,
They toss sopping wet clothes and in clicks and beeps say obstinate things.
The vaccums like to race and toasters like to bet.
The dishwashers like to spray passers by until they are wet.
Lawn mowers growl like predator hounds,
While fiercely guarding their freshly mowed grounds.
Microwaves are the most slovenly of the electronic folk.
They sit around making fun of all those who spoke.
And the dryers are friendly but they roar with good depth,
While alarm clocks scream incessantly but digital clocks tick you to death.
And all those in Edam leave this living graveyard alone,
And simply disassemble them when they accidentally return home.
Valerie Carsey, LLC 