NaPoWriMo day eight and here’s poem number six, it’s called The Big Man Left the Kettle On. Only two behind now – back on track by the weekend, hopefully….
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.
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