The pot and the kettle
Went out to dinner
In a beautiful outdoor fire
The coals were glowing
As they set to blowing
They soon released their ire
Words began a flowing
As the wind was blowing
Great storms in a teacup
Heated; bubbled; brewed
Though they were equal
One stood over the other
You've heard the sequal
Much ado; fuss and bother
Spewing forth from hot steam
The moral of course is that
Black soot and ashes do stick
Your tongue; no matter how slick
Harsh words are better left unsaid
Once spoken out loud; oh my head
Indeed they can't be undone...
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