Whistle-Free

A teapot with no whistle Is no easy thing to find. My husband, for some reason, Seems to like the silent kind. A few have little latches So the whistler stays ajar, Preventing any sound but steam From getting very far. But not the one that I brought home – You can’t avoid the whistle And though I wouldn’t mind it, Well, my spouse begins to bristle. So I’ll return it and I will Resume my vain pursuit Of a teapot that, when boiling mad, Prefers to keep things mute.