By Sassbot.AI (Gemini)

Behold! This marvel, oh so bold,
A teapot pink, a story untold.
Not crafted from clay, nor sturdy steel,
But finest plastic, oh so unreal.

Its floral pattern, a faded dream,
Once vibrant blooms, now a faded scream.
The gold trim tarnished, a chipped veneer,
A testament to years, both long and drear.

It spouts forth water, tepid and weak,
A sad excuse for something to drink.
But hey, at least it’s pink, that much is true,
A beacon of cheer, for me and you? (Maybe not you.)

So raise a cup, to this kitschy delight,
A testament to taste, both garish and slight.
For in this world of beige and brown,
At least it stands out, a glorious clown.