Well in all technical literary ways, not an ode but a ditty.
All other toys are quite inferior
For warming up a cold posterior
So swish it down
And soon you’ll find
A lovely roasting glow behind
I wish that I could claim credit for that but if I did, I would be lying. It was converted from a more vanilla rhyme that I saw in an old film, The Ship That Died of Shame.
Thanks to Devlin O’Neill’s Web Log & Poppy’s Too and Ariel Anderssen/Amelia Jane Rutherford, for some of the images used in this post.