David Shoestring

Rookie - 218 Points (Birmingham)

The Hot-Water Bott'all - Poem by David Shoestring

Poor old Paul had such a life
Trying to look after
His beloved wife.
For her he did everything;
He did it’all.
Until she killed him -
With a hot-water bott’all.
Threw it down the stairs
She did, with hardly a glance,
And in trying to catch it
He lost his …balance.
Fell back against a key-box
Fixed firmly to the wall,
And in a jingly jangly clatter of keys
Fell down stone dead in the hall.
His wife threw up her hands in horror.
How could such a thing happen to her?
Naturally, she was very worried
And couldn’t think where the Insurance Policies were.
Is there a lesson in this?
I hear you ask.
I say when requested to do a simple task,
Proceed with great speed
To obey your wife,
For upon it may depend your life.
Be alert to the unexpected;
And this applies to you all,
Or it may be your turn next
For the hot-water bott’all.

© David Shoestring

Topic(s) of this poem: england, fun, funny, funny love, humor, humorous, marriage, wife

Form: Ode

Comments about The Hot-Water Bott'all by David Shoestring

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (3/16/2014 7:45:00 PM)

    Ha! This is so great! I so needed a good laugh tonight! Wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 24, 2015

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