The kettle started whistling <br />Blowing puffs of steam <br />The little lid on the stem <br />Rattling and dancing <br />The water struggling inside <br />To jump out... to be free.... <br /> <br />You opened your eyes slightly <br />And pointed the kettle with your eyes <br />I did not want to get up <br />And leave the warmth of the bed <br /> <br />It brings a smile to my lips <br />To remember <br />Your playful annoyance <br />When I said.... <br />'Just like you... <br /> Last night... remember..? '<br /><br />Rowving Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kettle-3/
