A quarrel over Tea.

A quarrel over Tea. 

The Kettle called the pot black, 
The Pot cried till it was blue! 
The cups rattled to bones, 
As they had no clue.

Water boiled clear,
And was reddened by tea,
Milk was added,
To bring some brevity.

The Kettle poured some refreshment,
And steam was seen,
The cups sang a wee
Sugar Cubes were dropped to sweeten the scene.

And there was silence,
As the Gentleman who looked very keen,
smacked his lips, sipped his tea
And said, "Dear Kettle, That is very mean"

In picture, set up from a tea shop on the streets of Calcutta.