My heatings, gone kaput,
With this I will not put.
I telephoned the plumber man.
And he came round hot foot.
Look here says I, this will not do.
I'm old and very frail.
On top of that forecast says,
It's going to flipping hail.
It's old says he, it's pipes are choked
I'll have to flush it out.
On hearing this old Midge jumps up
All ready with a quivering snout.
Calm down says I you're far too fat
To go chasing down the pipe.
Plumber man takes his hammer out,
And gives the pipe a swipe.
The heatings back to working now,
But tomorrow he'll be back.
To pressure wash the system out
And get it back on track.