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When love sat neatly on the stove Bubbling with content. I never dreamt a fuse would blow And leave such discontent. When all my cakes were browning well And soufflé neatly risen. I never dreamt the heat would cool And leave me in derision. For many years my cooker worked I was proud of all I made. I never dreamt the power would fail And leave me so dismayed. But when the hotplate starts to cool And pots refuse to simmer I never dreamt your love would die And leave without a glimmer. My thermostat no longer clicks My tiny red lights gone. I never dreamt I’d miss them so And depend so much upon. The food of love that fed my heart Is suddenly all-cold. I never dreamt I’d lose it Until I grew quite old. Now I’ll starve and grow quite weak I’m living on stale crumbs. I never dreamt we’d come to this No longer are we chums. I cannot find the right fuse wire My circuit breakers stuck I never dreamt my torch would go I’ve run right out of luck. Oh God! Send someone to fix it Before I’m without light I never dreamt a love like that Could leave us over night.
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Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 9:13 AM UTC
HEARTBREAKER
When love sat neatly on the stove Bubbling with content. I never dreamt a fuse would blow And leave such discontent. When all my cakes were browning well And soufflé neatly risen. I never dreamt the heat would cool And leave me in derision. For many years my cooker worked I was proud of all I made. I never dreamt the power would fail And leave me so dismayed. But when the hotplate starts to cool And pots refuse to simmer I never dreamt your love would die And leave without a glimmer. My thermostat no longer clicks My tiny red lights gone. I never dreamt I’d miss them so And depend so much upon. The food of love that fed my heart Is suddenly all-cold. I never dreamt I’d lose it Until I grew quite old. Now I’ll starve and grow quite weak I’m living on stale crumbs. I never dreamt we’d come to this No longer are we chums. I cannot find the right fuse wire My circuit breakers stuck I never dreamt my torch would go I’ve run right out of luck. Oh God! Send someone to fix it Before I’m without light I never dreamt a love like that Could leave us over night.
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colin-john-nicholls
English
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 9:13 AM UTC
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