Ode to a lump of coal I found in my armpit one Winter morning

Alas, poor Beech Lodge,
I knew it well.
We've all had to budge
But now I feel swell.

The cottage is great
It is lovely and warm
But cleaning the grate - 
Well, I could have sworn!

I miss Beech Lodge showers,
oh they were superb.
But now it is bath power.
This poem is getting absurd!

We had a great party
To warm the house up.
We were jovial and hearty -
We are a merry group!

PS...

To all those parties
Who somehow came to
Our excellent party,
I eventually came to!!