Whistle-Free
A teapot with no whistle
Is no easy thing to find.
My husband, for some reason,
Seems to like the silent kind.
A few have little latches
So the whistler stays ajar,
Preventing any sound but steam
From getting very far.
But not the one that I brought home –
You can’t avoid the whistle
And though I wouldn’t mind it,
Well, my spouse begins to bristle.
So I’ll return it and I will
Resume my vain pursuit
Of a teapot that, when boiling mad,
Prefers to keep things mute.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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