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written by: Jonathan Humble



You're in a kitchen by yourself,
The cosy's on the pot,
A little voice inside your brain
Starts badgering somewhat.
You do your best to be mature,
But then you find instead,
Before you know just what you've done,
The cosy's on your head.

Jonathan Humble

Jonathan Humble

Jonathan Humble is poet laureate for the Tripe Marketing Board and Rossendale's Sunday Clog Market.
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