Teapots plot their warm treat in advance, I think.
They pre-steep themselves with deep thoughts
just to accompany the coming tea.
I like teapots.
Teapots and I hold much in common:
We like to whistle;
we like warmth;
we crack under too much pressure;
we enjoy adventurous flavors;
we pour ourselves out to thirsty souls;
and we hold deep thoughts in
a shallow belly.