I've put the heat on - but they said it was
Getting warmer! Not yet it's not, not hot
At all, the heat is small, it's at micros-
copic size, like the world's smallest teapot
Divided by a million, that's a lot
Of tiny teabags from me, Tea Bagster
The heating's on now though, it's a hotspot
The heat is on, and heating up faster
It's blasting out heat, a master blaster
Such waves of heat, heatwave without a pause
Actually it ain't so hot, no it's not
But I'm snug as a pearl in an oyster
With my warm woolly on, it's quite a buzz
A cup of tea, and writing this sonnet
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