Poor little pot
I put water in you
And then I forgot
All burned your bottom
As done to me
Turned on
And forgotten
This poem skates dangerously close to self-pity, but a deft application of gentle humour keeps lightness in the sentiment. Based on a regular incident in DMP's everyday domestic life - the ruin of another saucepan or kettle on the electric hob. Dated by him: Thursday 0637 29 4 99.
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