Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Ode to a hot water bottle

Ode to a hot water bottle
When I first met you
my bedroom was freezing
I need you no longer
I’ve got central heating

The hot water bottle replies:

Oh fickle one,
Can no one be trusted?
I hope when it snows
Your heating is busted.

by Ruth Ibbotson and her Dad who replied to the first verse with the second. Thanks Roof!

1 Comments:

Blogger Tori said...

Ha ha ha! Very good!

7:16 am  

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