I am big and round. I am cold or hot.
In my belly lie bones and beans, skin
or greens. Sometimes tongue. I’m at
home with a spoon or, for that matter,
the knife. My freight is my goods; they
smell! good! and lure you to me. When their
savor is gone my belly is empty again.
A Pot/ Kettle/ Cauldron. Use of pots may be present in all cultures’ DNA.