Something sits on top of the stove,
Who lets some steam come out his nose.
We fill him up with water fast.
We think that we’ve filled him up the last!
We fill him up a quarter till noon.
He’s always thirsty every day.
I look inside, what do I see?
The same old pot, empty as can be!
Shiny silver, handle on top.
He keeps static shock from the air.
It’s hard keeping him filled up, though.
But he’s my friend and I love him so!
~Isaac
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