Easter Sunday, boiler’s broke
phone the gas, they send a bloke
social distance makes it hard
shout to him across the yard
Cat goes crazy, races round
scratches bloke then goes to ground
launches right across his head
goodness me I think he’s dead
Thank the Lord he’s coming round
the cat once more has gone to ground
the boiler well and truly broken
the bloke at least has now awoken!
No cats, or blokes, were hurt in the writing of this poem! The boiler, however, is crying – all over the once dry bedding and towels. Happy Easter everyone.