From Kettle to Popocatépetl

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From Kettle to Popocatépetl

Day day follows, Time despoiling,
Teabreaks bravely boredom foiling.
Bubbles boiling in the kettle
test their mettle ‘gainst the metal.
Atoms, constantly turmoiling,
pressure steam which soars uncoiling
till its vapour cools to settle.
Feeling in a finer fettle
see the housewives from their toiling
cease, and, dainty, nothing soiling,
blushing Nature often nettle,
lips, fingertips, paint red as petal.
Some seize Sherlock, Conan Doyling,
J. K. Rowling some, gargoyling,
romance – Popocatépetl –
or turn to T.V., minds resettle.
Thus each livelong day, self-oiling,
turns upon a kettle boiling ...


3 August 2006

(c) Jonathan R

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