Oh, teapot round you are a soothing breast
To comfort those who need eternal rest
For in the meantime we must do our work
As dust and dandruff and algebra all lurk
Oh, teapot let me sing your praise anew
The best thing in my life is feeling you
And pouring over tea made with loose leaves
Some brandy liquidised with Chesire cheese
For after doing real analysis
My mind is in a state of bitter mess.
Those functions and those forms make my head reel
I need a fishing rod, whose shall we steal?
Ted Hughes said he often fished for his ideas.;
That meditation soothes the minds of seers