In my kitchen so small
A red friend smiles at me
He puffs out his chest and stands tall
Knowing that he is the key
In my heart I accept my fate
I exchanged a lot for nil
But in each day I spy
My rosy pal on a hot plate
Waiting to foot the bill
Making water hot in the blink of an eye
Not only is this a great poem, Janae, but your guys photography also rocks. (Shoot, even letting the cord on the little red kettle show like you did is a great piece of work.) What a blog site!!
ReplyDeleteMoved me to tears. Seriously.
ReplyDeleteI love your red kettle!
ReplyDeleteHe's beautiful!
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