Best Tempest In A Teapot Poems

The tempest in a teapot,
sits there as it may,
though it bothers none,
that is bothersome,
though bother surely begot.

The tempest in a teapot,
sits there and bestilled,
control the free will,
is absolute nil,
but left alone it was naught.

A cluster of clucking hens,
tempts teapot defends,
foxes from their dens,
rounds bout like...

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