Angry, blistering, snarling,
My kettle needs attending to,
It is screaming for my attention.
Inside it boils skin-burning
Frustrations
“Pour me out!” it cries,
Steam pouring from the only escape route.
I hurry to stop its ear-piercing screech,
Unsure of what it says about me…
Am I alleviating its pain?
Or assuaging my own?
*No pic today to go with this. Letting it speak for itself.
The Well Tempered Bards 
Dear Lizzi, it speaks for itself, it really does.
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LoL..Thanks, Bob, but Lizzie didn’t write this. I did. 😉
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OOPS! I read the title and missed the by line. I stand embarrassingly corrected. Its great either way.
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LoL…it’s ok. It made me smile and I needed to smile today.
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Oh, good! There are worse fates than to be mistaken for Lizzi. 🙂
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
One of the many boiling kettles
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I wish I knew the answer to this. Am I advocating or just making myself feel better?
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Exactly. Sometimes “what gets you through the day” just doesn’t work, does it?
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I’d say a bit of both, but tea is always good 🙂
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