I probably don’t give my fridge enough credit

He doesn’t just keep my food fresh

He is actually a true friend 

Always there for me whatever my mood

I love the way my fridge greets me

He lights up every time I open his door

Reliable dependable and comforting

Thats the best kind of friend 

My fridge is never judgmental

Never complains when my leftovers go bad

Never scorns me for eating too much

No roll of his eyes when I take a fourth beer

We hang out sometimes at three in the morning

A cold drink is my insomnia reward

He never complains that I woke him up early

We chat for a while then both go back to sleep

He does not talk to me at breakfast time

Knowing that I like quiet in the mornings

Silently handing me fruit and juices

He patiently waits for me to come alive

I wrench open his door at lunchtime

I am starving so whatcha got for me I yell

He offers me cooked meats and cheese for a sandwich

Asks me how my day is going as I wolf it down

He suggests steaks would be good for dinner

Guarding all my favorite sauces in his door

Offers me a cold beer to drink at the grill

Tells me to save room for a yummy cake he kept for me

When I entertain guests he is very discrete

Don’t serve that crappy white wine he whispers

They will love this fabulous goat cheese he says with a wink

My fridge is my best friend