Kettle

Worry worry,

Go away,

Leave my forehead be.

My neck is tight

And I just might

Have a cup of tea.

But the water’s hot,

is it not?

Too hot for little me.

And what if I

Should choke and die?

On this Rosie Lee.

I take a sniff

And think, what if?

I guess we’ll have to see.

The mug on my lips,

I pause, then persist

To drink so happily

And all that time

My worried cries

Were just inside of me

All that worrying,

All for nothing.

Finally found some ease

Fancy a cup?

Be a mate and

Pop it on for me

(2021)