A Salvaged Song…
This was found as a bookmark in a library book not five minutes ago. It is truly bizarre. I can only imagine the references to places and objects contained within this verse are meant to mean something to somebody.
Salvage Song
(or The Housewifes Dream)My Sauceopans have all been surrendered,
The tepot is gone from the hob,
The colander’s leaving the cabbabge
for a very much different job.
So now when I hear on the wireless
Of Hurricanes showing their mettle,
I see in a vision before me
A Dornier chased by a Kettle.
It could well be a reference to wartime shortages, (after a quick google on the matter) but it still sounds bizarre, and has lightened the last half hour of slow, slow, borrowing trade.