Mothers got the kettle on it's left to long on the hob. <br />There is so much steam about it looks like a mop up job. <br />As I walk into the kitchen off come my misty specks <br />and there sits my mother glued to Teletex. <br />Mother is deaf she can not hear it blow, if you question <br />her about it she replies 'well I did'nt know! <br />Mother often invites company because there is always <br />a spare cup; this does not mean that who she invites will <br />always turn up. <br />The kettle works overtime when an invite gets sent out. <br />The power of that whistle even cracked the teapot spout. <br />If you receive an invite to join her for tea it's best if you <br />return the R.S.V.P; because it will certainly take some guts <br />to be able to put up with that whistle from that kettle, <br />that is forever driving me nuts.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mothers-whistling-kettle/
