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One of the men discovered "spondonicle" which is a tool used for lifting hot containers from a stove or fire. Well, that absolutely had to inspire a poem! When I retired they presented me with a "retirement survival pack" of all sorts of imaginative things ... including of course, a spondonicle!
I do apologise for the inverted phrases - but rest assured it is not destined for entry into a competition!
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The Spondonicle Chronicle
(c) Shelley Hansen 2014
Adventures astronomical
across the deep blue sea
to places quite iconical
can so relaxing be.
But problems anatomical
you’ll have – it seems to me –
forgetting your spondonicle
to lift your billy tea.
Results would be so comical –
Your dance … not one of glee!
The boom could be quite sonical
as words fly fast and free!!
You wouldn’t need your monocle
your blistered hands to see.
You might require a tonical
and bandaids – you’ll agree.
And that would be ironical …
your weekend – fine and free –
would turn pear-shaped (that’s conical) …
no longer bringing glee.
The moral of this chronicle
is very plain to see …
Remember your spondonicle
for breakfast, lunch and tea!