Another Day, Another Thing Ruined

image via amazon.com

Ode to my whistling teapot:

You sat on my stove
So shiny and black
You whistled so sweetly
And never talked back


Til one day I asked you
To boil water hot
And I couldn't hear your whistle
My poor black tea pot


Then from the kitchen
There came a smell
I bounded up the stairs,
and yelled, "Oh hell!"


I'd left you on "hot"
til the water was gone
And now you're dead
my shiny tea pot.


Damn it.


Here is my teapot, forever immortalized on Good Morning America: