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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!

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