Catch It While It's On
The island breeze is blowing sweet, but power's in a state,
The flickering of the light bulb tells us not to wait.
The fridge is humming nervously, the freezer starts to sigh,
With every sudden voltage drop beneath the Bahama sky.
So drop the book, step off the porch, don't linger in the lawn—
The juice is flowing through the grid; let’s catch it while it’s on!
The heavy iron's heating fast, crisp linen on the board,
We press the creases flat and quick before the line is stored.
The washing machine is spinning round, a frantic, rhythmic beat,
While the dryer roars a furnace blast against the tropical heat.
From pillowcases down to jeans, we race the clicking clock,
Before the breaker trips again and brings a sudden shock.















