Friday, December 30, 2016

OP382. Unsootable ash-wipe

This one won me a contest over at Mad Kane's.  Only the second time.

It's clear that I haven't a clue
How to clean out a chimney. It's true;
When I tried, it instead
Just collapsed on my head
Now I'm laid up in bed from the flue.


  1. I'll just cut to the chase: That was grate! You deserve the mantel she bestowed on you.

  2. Nice set of puns in your comment, Phil.
    David, you clearly earned the winner's title; your verse was /is reamarkably clever!