I bent my head over a stove in my early 20s and picked it up in my 30s.
My wrist deserve a shout out, 'I'm like what up wrist?' My stove deserve a shout out, 'I'm like what up stove?'
Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.
If you want to warm a church, put a stove in the pulpit.
Every time I go near the stove, the dog howls.
We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one.