Tea Pot Puddle

What e'er the fixins, I deem not I always overfill the Pot gone through so many, gadgets got that one small puddle turns the lot! I'd like to say I saved the rain and sound outdoorsey, not complain and saurkraut on back porch saved those little things my stomach craves! There must be five, this year alone the pots I save ~ appliance gone. How simple can a brewer's luck deface your pride, the gadget's stuck! The smallest remedy, I chuck look where I pour ~ the balance same . . . To Here . . is all I need to tuck within my feeble, long-lived brain! Oh no ~ the light just won't go on while underneath, the fluid runs quick wipe it up ~ we've just begun, Too late ~ old bugger ~ it's undone! From: The Kitchen Poet!