I think the Big Man left the kettle on this morning
‘Cause when I woke up the world was all steamed up.
I imagine a huge kettle on a gigantic old gas hob boiling away.
Maybe the postman called and he got distracted,
forgot it was there.
It can happen.
Then I wonder how I’m gonna get the message to him,
let him know he’s causing a problem down here
and if he doesn’t address it there could be chaos.
I don’t know his number or his email address.
He doesn’t do twitter.
There’s not even a beanstalk to climb for me to knock on his door.
So I decide there’s only one thing to do.
I stick my own kettle on and make a nice brew
then put my feet up and focus on the mist.
I keep on thinking over and over
“Turn it off Big Man, turn it off.”
Before I know it the fog begins to lift and the sun is shining.
I’m so pleased with myself that I make another cup
and picture him sitting up there with a big mug himself, saying
“I’m glad someone down there’s thinking of me.”
