Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Kettle Woe

I am a kettle made to be

Holding water to be boiled for

The humans so to have their tea,

And they do drink that tea galore.

Upon an old coal stove I sit,

Enduring lots of wear and tear

All those times my bottom be lit.

Of course the old stove does not care.

Shiny silver hued I once was,

But now with heat and smoke and stuff.

I'm looking the worse for wear cuz

I'm burning in hell, life is tough.

Day after day the coals attack,

This kettle's turning sooty black.