I've owned the red pot for 6 months and not once has it whistled
Today I put the water on
I was alone, for the first time in ages
I was glad, for the first time in ages
The pot spoke!
A low whistle, not the obnoxious tones of most
My kettle is an alto, just like me
Being alone isn't so bad, I make friends in lone spaces
I know that soon I'll be aching for company, but at least I know that my kettle will be there to comfort me
Not all is lost
A constant comment awaits
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