Wednesday 24 April 2013

Today's poem: My name is Mr Heater

Hi! there my name
Is Mr Heater

My little brother
Is called 

Master Hot Water Bottle
But we are grown up guys

Powered by electric
Powered by gas
Powered by coal

We have a job
Because God is clever

The winter swims
Any bones to death

Even many trees 
Are humiliated naked

Brother nature
Is a funny old guy

Asking a lot out of us
And why should we forget

Our old folks at this time
No money
No soup of life

Mr Heater is not in
Charity clothes or mood

He likes his Rolls Royce
Gee what a whizz kid

In diamond pants

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