Splitting Hairs Poem by John Sensele

Kettle and teapot strove
To split hairs
By painting each other black
And putting on airs
That only alienated them further
In addition to scaring hares.

Awhile later they wondered
If they both broke
The rule that bans smoking substances
Alongside drugs that choke
Them and the other bloke
Because they couldn't crack a joke.

They came to their senses and realised
They couldn't share the bride
But could chide their pride
To get a ride
That would enable them
To make a progressive stride.