The Teapot House
The teapot house takes our meadow to the brink.
It makes us feel delightful, increasing our pink.
She is colorfully whimsical, an imaginative drink.
We feel her compassion, as around her we slink.
Have you ever been inside? A faerie asks me.
I have a bad memory and cannot remember for free.
I am not sure, I admit. But here is my friend the bee.
He has been there many times, he knows the owner, Lee.
I have never been inside; my bee friend admits.
But I have heard others say sweetness it spits.
Ask the gnome on the hill who has all the tantrum fits.
But I don’t feel comfortable, so I run toward friendly kits.
Where is she going? One of the inquisitors doth ask.
I don’t know, but I am sure she has a laborious task.
I lie in the sun with the snugglies, and we all bask.
Swigging down Dr. Pepper in a teapot decorated flask.
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