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  • I found out this morning, some shocking news.

    As soon as I heard it, my ears it did abuse.

    In my place of work I am known as a thief.

    That which I'd never thought a problem, discussed at daily brief.

    I don't take money, steal pens or accumulate USBs.

    I only borrow vessels that hold a variety of delicious teas.

    Right! Let's put this into context, I thought to myself.

    I'm just a tea lover, it's not like I steal them in stealth!

    This issue of mine, is not so bad in comparison.

    Is stealing colleagues Tea Pots reason to bring out the garrison?

    Discussed by workmates and frowned at by the boss!

    I decided I had to make these rumours of stolen tea pots, stop.

    I bundled into my over coat and hid burning cheeks from the eyes all around.

    I walked the streets and a solution to my problem of course then I found!

    There it was. A Tea Pot. Grand and fabulous indeed.

    The King of all Tea Pots, it was all I could need.

    It stood in the window, beautiful, but stout.

    With it's slim little handle and a perfectly formed spout.

    It glowed like a magic lamp. A handsome shade of red.

    This Tea Pot was mine and as big as my head.
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