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

3 thoughts on “Ode to a cup.

    1. Do you really believe so Elaine Patricia Thank you. On the very odd occasion I would dip into poetry prompts don’t know why this one jumped out at me yesterday – I took down a cup and photographed it and as they say – the rest is history.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.