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Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
What A Gas
Cook, cook, cookability
That’s the beauty of gas
But when I went and left it on
I felt a total ass
Our Katie’s nose my saviour
When she picked up the scent
Of North Sea in my kitchen
She was just heaven-sent
The tale began the night before
With sausage-mash my dinner
When potatoes came to boil
The rings were changed to simmer
But faulty spark ignition
Had failed to light one flame
That knob was not turned fully
It’s only me to blame
If there had been a mighty blast
At Old Park 101
And I had left this mortal coil
Blown to kingdom come.
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