None can force the pot
To be hot.
And a watched pot
Never boils.
Cease your toils
And she
Will love thee
(or not.
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh I love this one Jevin. It is kind of earthy. I do like short poems, with nuggets in.
Thank you. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best – Kevin
I think you are very right about this, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I often find this to be the case.