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The corner of our kitchen held a big box,
And in the box we kept ice for our food.
A couple of days are all that we got
Before the ice melted away for good.

Sometimes we would come home at night
To find a surprise when opening the door
The drip tray had flowed over; what a sight
As we ran to get a mop for the floor.

Every other day it was always a delight
To hear the iceman coming down the street.
On hot days he was a wonderful sight
We ran after the truck begging for chips to eat.

With big tongs and gloves he would carry a block
Of thick-cold ice delivered right in our door.
Then into our icebox he would give it a flop
Until the day when he would come back with more.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney