The Kettle Poem by Maya Took
The Kettle
Rating: ★5.0
Alas I am a kettle how'll I rejoice?
All day I boil water-no other choice!
Those pots there on the stove just smell so good-
Because they hold so many kinds of food!
People always stare with glitt'ring eye-
On the inside, on the build in form-
And all that I can do is burst in foam
Or look on what the people glance's spy.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: food,people
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8/28/2026 12:01:49 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
And if he was made in China and sent to USA he is even sadder.