Poetry(sort of)

Work, who me?

I have a kettle, it is a Rowenta, and last weekend I sprayed it magenta. I have a shoe, it isn't very big, and so I use it to carry my wig. I have a car, if you can call it that, and at 3pm all the tires were flat. I have a desk, where I lurk, fooling all my bosses who think I work.