Kettle’s empty, fill it up

Snatch the tea and wipe the cup 

Tea bag in, soaks dishwater

Cup does drop to the floor, the

Kettle’s steaming up the windows 

Wall-paper peels pink flamingos 

Or is that just my tired eyes, 

Falling for kettle’s steamy disguise?

Kettles don’t whistle anymore

They rattle to the kitchen door – 

Answer urgent neighbour’s call

Got any milk? (Mad cow for sure!) 

No, come on in, I’ll entertain you

Join me and flamingo for a brew

My milk is sane, the cow, a bore; 

Alas! Kettle’s hopped it out the door!

Spoon and dish, hand in hand

Found kettle in a different land

With tango dance at kettle’s toe

And tea-leaves read by cows on show 

With flamingo prancing all in time

To cup and saucer’s clanking rhyme 

Where billies boil, steam does scream; 

O how we laughed at kettle’s dream.

Thanks to Benjamin Lehman for the use of your pic from Flickr