Black Was Called the Kettle

‘Black’ was called the kettle
But it didn’t it nettle
Nor its relaxed mind unsettle…

‘Black’ foully flung at the kettle,
Almost as a test of its mettle
And an order to order soapy Dettol
But also a bold try give the fatal:
Some grisly violence occasion the pot
Guiltily The Blacker on every spot…

But Amiable kettle considered this not,
Feud- Loving spectators denying blows hot!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021



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