NANNY'S HOT WATER BOTTLE
When Nanny died, her hot water bottle cried;
"I've no one to warm up," she sighed.
Hiding her maker's mark face down,
as sad as a cast off children's clown.
The charity shops refused to take her
saying she was unhygienic,
and even though she was made of rubber
and quite dried out, she began to blubber.
In spite of her fondness for bodily contact
she'd reached the end of her lifetime contract.
Then one of the grandchildren fell for her,
a novelty in this digital age,
just right for cuddling up to at night.
Thus a new lease of life was assured,
her chest again began to swell,
hot bloodied, she came to life again
in a younger bed once more to dwell.
raypool
Mon 14th Jan 2019 14:07
That's an interesting piece of history Jennifer, thank you. It could be updated to one of those posh spas perhaps. Health and safety though?! The trouble with those bottles is that when they got cold you couldn't kick them out of bed. x
Po. That request was a nice surprise, as are all unexpected good things. I do a couple of readings a month which is a good social event and builds confidence if needed!
Ray