Comeuppance

Like a frowsy, dowdy old housewife I sit largely unnoticed stout and squat a sort of kitchen sentry rarely appreciated until some minor crisis- Cough, sniffle, stomachache a particularly bad day or fancy party... then things heat up quickly for me! This was one of those fancy party days no cause to celebrate for me! Grueling stove-top swelter I take it all in stride despite the pressure never boiling over (I still have my pride...) But when it gets me really steamed I drop polite hints the best I can in ladylike whispers until I simply can take no more- and my shrill, piercing screams draw attention, but fast! It never lasts... So she perches there on pointy tippy-toes in all her perky, snooty primness silently snarky and subtle sneakily taking credit for all my hard work! And as the luncheon ladies Oooh and Aaah “What wonderful tea!” she points her delicate snobby little spout even higher with pride But, one of these days she'll regret it- that snooty sassy-pot... for I'm a tough old stainless broad and I'll chip her china, yet! ...And while I'll be careful to make it seem ever-so-casual (like an accident) she'll know deep down it's really her long overdue and well deserved comeuppance!