teapot on the shelf

looking down at me

teacup on the floor

played too roguishly

no, not broken, please

have to keep myself

looking prettily

mustn’t crack a bit

she will frown at it

spinning round and round

little game I play

watch the colors spin

dancing in my clay

and that is the way

I fall on the ground

hear the teapot say,

“mustn’t crack a bit

she will frown at it.”