Mothers Whistling Kettle Poem by sylvia spencer

Mothers got the kettle on it's left to long on the hob.
There is so much steam about it looks like a mop up job.
As I walk into the kitchen off come my misty specks
and there sits my mother glued to Teletex.
Mother is deaf she can not hear it blow, if you question
her about it she replies 'well I did'nt know!
Mother often invites company because there is always
a spare cup; this does not mean that who she invites will
always turn up.
The kettle works overtime when an invite gets sent out.
The power of that whistle even cracked the teapot spout.
If you receive an invite to join her for tea it's best if you
return the R.S.V.P; because it will certainly take some guts
to be able to put up with that whistle from that kettle,
that is forever driving me nuts.