My kettle is full of magic
From the handle to the spout
And if I rub it when it’s boiling
A steamy little genie comes out

She floats through the kitchen air
On top a gaseous cloud
She pops out when the kettle whistles
And it whistles really loud

She’ll hover over mugs
Filled with coffee or with tea
And ask you what you wish for
But there are no wishes three

Only two wishes can she grant
A duo is the most she’ll do
When she whips out her little sugar lumps
And asks “one lump or two?”

Steam Genie - A funny poem about a magical mistress inside a kettle