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Little Pot
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Little Pot |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Oh, little pot, sitting dusty on the high darkest shelf Why not pick up a mirror and take a look at yourself? See how you sneer at the kettle so shiney and bright Perhaps, you may ask if you could step in her warm light. For, little pot, now sitting rusty, appearing enviously green the mirror will show how ugly you have made yourself seem. The words you spew are so venomously ill-spoken and bad if you weren't so nasty, you would realize you look mighty sad. But, little pot, you have forgotten you were a kettle so new How sad to see how warped, filthy and tainted you grew. Now ice you could not melt or water could you boil instead you are filled with dusty cob webs and bits of old soil. Cracked and dried on the surface, a handle sagging and rotten. It's sad to see the beauty you once held is now totally forgotten. Oh, little pot, high on the shelf in the cold storage shed Sadly you will be discarded, wasted thoughts in your head. aziza |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love this! Very clever! |
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