My Poetry
Chimney Stealer
The street has no people
The birds have no song
I look all around
And the chimneys have gone
The houses look unfinished
What a strange kind of view
Does the chimney stealer
Live next door to you

I can see no smoke from the houses
So how do the people keep warm
Do they dance with the creatures
Invited from animal farm
No coal has been delivered
I can see that the bunker is bare
And I can tell by just looking
That the chimney stealers been there

So where has he hidden the chimneys
His presence heightens my fears
And where are the holes in the houses
Where the chimneys have rested for years
Does he know the trouble he's causing
How will the baked tatties get cooked
There's no fire on which to put them
And NO CHIMNEY'S believe me I've looked
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