I’m A Little Teapot

I’m thinking of a number, so I guess you’ll do the same,

and by guessing I’m suggesting myself thinking of a name,

as any thinking person would. It’s good to think. Suppose

some numbers unencumbered someone’s slumbering nose,

and snores bore through the silence, would such violence awaken

you to write what this invites, or has my faith been shaken?

I'm a little Teapot, short and stout. 

I've got love handles, so I work out. 

When I get all steamed up, there's no doubt 

I'll sweat a lot along my route. 

I'm a little teapot, short and stout. 

Do you know what this verse is about? 

When you see a teapot, do you doubt 

its content as it's pouring out?