The teapot awoke to find herself
Shattered on the floor
Looking up to see the enemy of plates
Pointing her towards the door
With an angry spout
she bulldozed the table
And down came the plates trying to catch
Themselves but weren't able
And all brushed up against the broom
Remaining pieces of themselves
scattered across the room
Tossed in the darkness of doom
To find themselves in the outcome of hate
And in turn regret their decisions
When it's far too late.