Poem about my fridge

In my previous post, and in posts before that, I mentioned that I've started writing poetry. They are not exactly the most heartfelt pieces of work, however it's enjoyable enough. So, on that note, here is another (quite short) poem about my fridge:

Grade A Fridge

My fridge recently passed all his exams,

Some of which involved chilling hams

He only just got his final result,

It's an A, without a fault.

I was so proud, a pat on his back,

Efficiency is a tough nut to crack.

You see, I only got a D,

As to procrastinate is for me!

And here's a haiku about a kid who was kicking the back of my seat on a recent train journey:

Kid Kicking My Seat

Good God, please stop now

I will tie you to that chair,

No more I can bare.