I may be a teapot
Yes, I'm short and stout
And when you get me steamed up
Of course I'm gonna shout
Why do you want to hurt me
It's the heat that I can't stand
Here, just let me show you
Replace my bottom with your hand
Now can you feel my pain
Is it something that you like
To be tortured over and again
Morning, noon, and night?
A contest entry
- TwIsTeD by InMyFlames.
650 points, ended October 28, 2008, 13 entries
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What did you think
Comments
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a nice twist to it
the ending is nice
"Morning, noon, and night?" -
Hi Heather,
enjoyed reading this...a very angsty little teapot
coffee? 

Anna Lee -
Haha!
Nicely done, i love the bitterness.
This is really clever, great work =)




