My Wittle Tea Kittle
~*Marge Tindal*~

Sometimes she blows her wittle top
just whistling until she's ready to stop
Then like the lady, I know her to be
she sits me down for a cup
of her delicious, freshly brewed tea~

She's the perfect poetry day companion
wearing such a copper glow
Her dainty wittle handle
is made of true blue flow~

She sits so very patiently
until I'm ready to write
Then she sings with absolute glee
for she knows it's going to be all right~

My wittle tea kittle is a hummer
to see me through the poetic inking
Sometimes she just can't wait to sing
for she seems to know what I'm thinking~

Me wub my wittle tea kittle
She's as perfect as perfect can be
I dedicate this poem to her
so she'll be as happy as me~

~Some people get off on '57 Chevy's ...
I hang around with '60's tea kettles~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Betty Lou Hebert

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost