TEA POT by Hilal Smith
Only and lonely sitting
next to the window sill,
watching sunrise every morning,
looking at the yellow garden wall.
Wondering 'Will it be my turn this winter?'
He doesn't like being dusty.
Never liked the summer either.
Thankfully he never gets rusty.
His red colour with an attractive curve,
he is always ready to serve.
next to the window sill,
watching sunrise every morning,
looking at the yellow garden wall.
Wondering 'Will it be my turn this winter?'
He doesn't like being dusty.
Never liked the summer either.
Thankfully he never gets rusty.
His red colour with an attractive curve,
he is always ready to serve.