You’re such a handsome kettle

With your spout so erect and proud

Strong, long, shining metal

So mighty, so well endowed

 

I dream of your water steaming

Your temperature on the rise

Your frothing liquid teeming

With me your goal, your prize

 

Fill me up, fill me up!

When, finally you come

Into my tight little cup

My spices, released, succumb

 

Combined, we reach perfection

Your heat and my masala chai

My joy at your injection

Ignites my petals from Mumbai

 

You’re such a handsome kettle

We create the perfect brew

I know I’d never settle

For anyone but you

 

Nicholas O’Farrell 2024