Oh, you wretched heater,
Is my life all that great?
Sure, you heat like a baus,
But sometimes I just hate.. you.
You are oh so toasty
by mid-afternoon,
But I'm choking slowly
On your foul.. stench. [it fell away from me a little]
[this is the best part]
It's so damn cold outside.
There is frost on the grass.
You're not on come morning,
And I'm freezing my ass.
Moral of the story: Eff you heater, you make loud noise and heat the wrong time of day.
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