Smut…
Feeling very hard pressed,
To write about a chimney breast,
In a rhythmic, poetic verse,
My words begin to choke,
As the lines go up in smoke,
Which only makes matters worse.
Just what can you do
With an unbalanced flue?
Tell me, I’m a learner.
As you’ve already guessed,
Poems about a chimney breast,
Get shovelled on the back burner.
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