The gas man cometh,

steely eyed and no laughter

in their ice cold veins

but a sense of duty abounds

to stop the whiff of pissing gas

blowing us to Kingdom come.

 

The new cooker gets installed,

not a monumental day in the life of all,

but the safety of normality is ensured

as being able to grill bacon,

which they say too much meat will murder you,

and ignite the hob

without having to use a faltering Bryant and May,

brings saliva rushing to the lips