Poetry, The Teapot

I once drew a teapot on paper

And it came right out.

First the handle,

Then the spout.

 

It was very nice,

Not at all mean.

It showed me how to make tea,

Of the colour green.

 

It showed me how to make

Normal tea.

It showed me how

To make coffee.

 

It said,”Do you want to be a teapot?

I’m really awesome, see?”

I said,”No thanks,

I’d rather be me.”

 

Thanks for reading! ๐Ÿ™‚

Sincerely,

Writing Penguin.

๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

 

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