The Story of the Pot and the Kettle

Fresh upon the morning grove, With day becoming hot, And sitting there upon the stove, A kettle and a pot. The kettle blew and lifted high, And poured into the cup, With that to see it’s bottom by, And so the pot spoke up. “Pardon me to even know, For I don’t mean to meddle, But you are all black down below,” The pot said to the kettle. For a moment to rebuff, The kettle answered back, “I’ve seen your bottom oft enough And yours is just as black.” Looking down and much contrite, The pot did then exclaim, “It seems that Kettle, you are right, I guess we’re both the same.”