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!


Blogger Tori said...

Ha ha ha! Very good!

7:16 am  

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