Just for a change, it’s a load of ‘new’ bollocks for a Sunday afternoon….
91. The Bucket of Steam. (21 June 15).
And the bucket of steam,
Got up and took a long stand,
Where it leaned against the cold windows,
And pulling itself together again,
Went running, crying, down the square pane,
Back to the bucket from whence it came.
© Jim Laing 2015.