Constantly Required Appliance
It is because I’m colored true red
That I was chosen for their homestead.
Initially, I was quite well tended,
But such care eventually ended.
Sure, their attention remains constant,
But it's rarely from a cleaning solvent.
I love a scrubbing, I always want it.
My service is constantly required ...
Clearly, it will be until I’m expired.
Hot, cold, old, fresh, mild or bold –
My people lack any quality control.
Despite my ceaseless working roll,
They fuss at me when I overflow.
Secretly, I enjoy their anxiety ohs.
Sometimes they argue if I’m found low
Or interrupt me if they feel I’m slow.
They also share their genuine relief
When they find my service complete.
My lack of baths and endless workload
May not be ideal coffee pot care code,
But it sure beats gripes from their commode.
... CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2016
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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