2021/4/18 #poetry Mind the kettle please young dear there's stew in it for you
for I must take leave from here there's something I must do
my bones are not at ease I fear the worst may now be true
a god I must appease they're near I just need to figure who
you'll get past your disease have cheer no reason to be blue
I'm off into the breeze don't tear soon you'll be good as new