Haiku to Express Dissatisfaction with The Heat Source

This morning my toes curled up like little shrimp when they touched the bathroom tile. 58 degrees. I offer up some poetry.

Draft One
You stupid furnace
You pile of expensive poo
It is cold here now

Fine, but it's not getting to the root of the problem. The cold is caused by a bad machine.

Draft Two
Our furnace: broken.
Love, space heaters will keep us
Warm in hearts and body, too.

A little too flowery. As if I have feelings. I can see my breath. My limbs don't even have feeling.

Draft Three
Good thing, isn't it;
I don't own a bat or gun.
This furnace would die.

This bowl of violent porridge is juuuust right.