A Job For Life Comments

Are you looking in my window? My kettle sings this same song! But I would be lost if I was unable to fill and empty it semi-hourly. It's such an unappreciated necessity but in my lyfe s-o-o-o loved. Thanx, JYM

I love the closing line! Life is pretty good for that poor old, blackened teapot after all.. Wonderful. -chuck

sadly, this is what a lot of life is about - the drudgery of routine - great write. Nice to see you again. Joey

The ending of your poem is superb! This is a going to be a classic! ! Excellent, Sylvia.10.

Is that why the pot calls the kettle black? Excellent view of a utensils occupation, but I also glimpsed an analogy in there, intended or not. Great poem, reads even better second time. Patrickxx

the story of a sad kettle that sings! ! ! ...i wish it could read and also hear and may be talk too...it would have enjoyed your stories and poems...the two of you would have had lots to tell each other...lovely piece as usual...seeing poems in unusual places! ! ! ...love...nalini

And I do so love 'Whistling' kettles. A delightful read and a splendid story so brilliantly written. Real good stuff. Super! Love Ernestine XXX

Put the kettle on and your feet up and have a slow cup, remember to do this for yourself as well as the others Sis Love duncan X

What wonderful originality! Your tale of a tea kettle is completely charming. I love it, Sylvia. Your sister across the sea, Sandra

If I can borrow a line from Mr. Shakespere: Double. double, toil and trouble. Kettle burn and kettle bubble. What a joyous outlook on life that you have, My dearest Rosie, to laugh at the life of a little black tea kettle, and even imagine the pain it its gut from the boiling water! You are totally unique, and I love you! Scarlett