POEM by sal - Ode to the YEB
Ode to the YEB
I was makin’ eggs and bacon
On the Lincolnshire Wolds.
Then, guess what? The power went off,
My breakfast went stone cold.
Up and down the hills I go
With nothin’ in my belly,
Think I’ll go back home again
To see what’s on the telly.
“you can’t do that, it’s electric,
Oh what a silly ass”.
I’d better go and find me one
That runs on bottled gas.
It’s lovely living right up here
Amongst the trees and flowers,
But how I wish the day would come
When they would sort the power.
No kettle or computer games,
No music or T.V.
But worst of all, no Lincs FM
Thanks to the Y.E.B.
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