The Little Tea Pot
By hilary west
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I am a little tea pot,
I have a little spout,
Daddy stirs me up,
And Mammy pours me out.
Standing here beside me,
The milky jug and sugar,
On the checky table-cloth,
The favourite of my mother.
Tarts and jammy dodgers,
Will be eaten from the plate,
But I must only watch them go,
A thing I really hate.
But what I love , I must admit,
Is Mammy's caring heart,
She really loves her tea pot,
And always plays her part.
When the tea-time's over,
And all the family gone,
She rushes to the kitchen,
Then really turns me on.
Dunking me in soapy suds,
I feel so fresh and playful,
Then rinsed beneath the ice-cold tap,
I coruscate and sparkle !.
Handling me so carefully,
I never am in doubt,
That she's so very proud of me,
So never could I shout....
"Why on earth use tea-leaves,
Which always clog my spout.
There's nothing wrong with tea-bags,
I wish you'd work it out !".
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This is the cutest thing.
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What a wonderfully playful
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This is very funny and very
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