Ode to a cup.

Little does it know the joy it can bring

Not on its own it must be stressed

Its contents regularly ease stress

It is no mug this cup.

Eager always to be first in line

To be a harbinger of joy

Sometimes its contents taste sweet

On occasion have a bitter taste

Of course it never knows

After all it is just a cup

If it could respond surely

It would defend that statement

As in I am not just a cup

At times discriminated against

When placed beside a made in China cup

After all it is a China cup

It much prefers when it is hand washed

Rather than have to mix in with the contents

Of your ordinary dishwasher

Never was meant to be dishwasher friendly.

Its preferred tipple is lemon tea

Tea brewed from the humble tea leaf.

Tea bags – well they are for faceless cups.

(c) Chris Black. November 2017.IMG_20171113_215851