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 © | Year Posted 2014

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Johnson Avatar
October 7, 2014 at 2:57 PM
I don't know how you do it. Write poetry like this. The phrasing seems to just unfold with every line more bliss.
Dietrich Avatar
October 3, 2014 at 9:05 PM
oh, dang, i like those whisling kind. I think they are so cool but I have not seen or heard one really since I was a kid!! Good one, sweetie.
Gorelick Avatar
October 3, 2014 at 12:47 PM
Ive always liked the sound of a tea kettle singing, but I can understand why it could be annoying. Keep looking, there are some out there, I have one that is mute as can be. This is a cute poem and I enjoyed reading it.
Gorelick Avatar
October 3, 2014 at 12:47 PM
Ive always liked the sound of a tea kettle singing, but I can understand why it could be annoying. Keep looking, there are some out there, I have one that is mute as can be. This is a cute poem and I enjoyed reading it.
Allison Avatar
October 3, 2014 at 12:34 PM
we used to have a whistling kettle until recently but my son hated it and took ages to turn it off - we now have an electric one - the problem is you cant hear when its boiled LOL great amusing write:-) hugs Jan xxx
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