Blue Kettle
Blue kettle on the heat,
Whistle and scream,
There is no one to meet,
So release the steam.
Shiny exterior,
Now tarnished; crude,
Skeleton wearier,
Because of the shrewd.
Spilling over, it’s seen,
Begging for ease,
But to help, no one’s keen,
Silenced at every ‘please’.
Copyright © Tyler Ahern | Year Posted 2016
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