Teapots of Sodiqeen
My lovely sisters made a poem and sent it to us in one lovely Jumuah morning. One of us, replied to and made my day: I'm a little teapot Nice and round One thing I'm very fond Pouring out tea Into cups I found I'm a little teapot I live to serve Come guests To please I love One small trouble With my little self Once I finish serving I go back to the shelf You see it saddens me If I'm empty For how can it be For me to serve more When what I have in me There's nothing left to pour I need a refill please A top up some may say To continue filling up The empty cup Or I shall give up Not because I refuse But what is the use Of, An empty teapot Give more I cannot Please queue for your refill at the kiosks available. The reply was: o little teapot, come closer as the tea is here, waiting for you to come near, o little teapot if you are coming here, please do open your lid, coz even though you are near, i can only ...