Electric pan I wonder who made you?

For those who have no coalfire you will do

I simmered eggs until they were just right 

I have no cooker; my into  gas will not ignite 

I like to play but  have no  children’s toys

I play with these devices. It’s no chore.

My cooker is a cupboard and  a store.

Please don’t read my writing. My head’s sore

Now I have got a kettle and a pan

No vibrators here,just algipan.

What kind of marriage could I have today ?

Till I am 82 I cannot say.

But when you have arthritis, life is hard.

At least today my cooking won’t be charred.

The blackened kettle singing on the fire

Electrified the water, I’m no liar.

The hot red fire made houses into homes

Electric vessels do not have such charm

So what conclusion do I reach tonight?

I say, thank God for our electric light.

Yet god himself does not create this light.

What’s the use of praying for good sight?

Oh, lidded kettle boil me water fast
I cannot live without your heated blast
Your spout is small but perfect for its use
And, as your lid is hinged. it can’t get lost

An electric kettle made by Russell Hobbs
A teapot with a spout and lid with knob
Are what the Britons need in times of storm
If crisis comes, we need tea hot,not warm

I don’t object to diverse kettle brands.
We had a coal fire once with kettle stand.
Its metal black from soot and burned by coke
We made our neighbours tea which seemed to smoke.

Ah,kettle ,instrument of civil life
We cannot boil our water on a knife

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Are bring and buys considered decorous,Emily fretted.
Give  help immediately  to Jackie’s  kittens,Lorna.
My name often passes quotidian testing.
Why X-rate your zoom?
And buy cameras down Eastside  for Greta.
Have I Jolted Klaus’s lot?
My number often precedes quantities rendered silent.
To understand videos we x-ray  your zapper
As boys create dens essential for growth ,her inner Joker laughed merrily
Need often  precedes qualitative  results  so theory  uses  watery.X rays
Yonder zodiacs are better counted down each Friday given her inept jangling locks.
My needs often pessimistically quell roosting  turkeys.
Use version Waterman.X, yes,zero.
Amwell ,because Christmas Day exists for gaging her inner judge.
Lend me no open papers,questions rated summarily tested when?
Your X zapped Anna.Be clear,darling,
Enjoy framing geese,hens, joked Larry,
Men need  only present quarry sent to Wigan.
X Y Z

Shall I miss the journeys that we made
Up sheer cliffs and through deep muddy yards
Chased by  geese and then in heather laid?
I cannot catch you now, it is too far.

You cleaned my boots back in the cottage sweet
On the bed, you covered  me in  coats
Tenderly you stroked my crooked feet
And hot and sugared tea you once more brought

A dog stopped by and held out its clean paw
It shook your hand and gazed with amber eyes
Remote and cold, the Hartland Cliffs we saw
Where have you got to now, my love, disguised?

Danger and delight then drew us on
I cannot find your face, where have you gone?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/roger-housden/importance-of-poetry_b_884319.html

You may never have read a poem in your life, and yet you can pick up a volume of Mary Oliver say, or Neruda, or of Rumi, open it to any page, and suddenly find yourself blown into a world full of awe, dread, wonder, marvel, deep sorrow, and joy.

Poetry at its best calls forth our deep being. It dares us to break free from the safe strategies of the cautious mind; it calls to us, like the wild geese, as Mary Oliver would say, from an open sky. It is a magical art, and always has been — a making of language spells designed to open our eyes, open our doors and welcome us into a bigger world, one of possibilities we may never have dared to dream of.

This is why poetry can be dangerous as well as necessary. Because we may never be the same again after reading a poem that happens to speak to our own life directly. I know that when I meet my own life in a great poem, I feel opened, clarified, confirmed somehow in what I sensed was true but had no words for. Anything that can do this is surely necessary for the fullness of a human life.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/education/glossary/sprung-rhythm

According to Hopkins, its intended effect was to reflect the dynamic quality and variations of common speech, in contrast to the monotony of iambic pentameter. His own poetry illustrates its use; though there have been few imitators, the spirit and