Hot, Boiling Water
Hot, Boiling Water.
Those who sip a cup of joe
What I say they surely know
That Man moves on Steam
Like that of warming cream.
Steam moves locomotives
Not least man’s motives;
Follow a hot cup of tea
And, you’ll reach the Sea!
We all move on hot steam
It’s also Industry’s dream:
When Boiler’s steam is hot
Trade’s vein doesn’t clot.
If you look at man in winter
Breath, as water on a cinder
Steam you'll see as his life
In frigid climes full of strife-
There’s a Boiler in the body
So warm when we’re soggy-
To run out of HOT Steam
Ends man’s eternal dream!
09th Oct’ 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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