A Cup Runneth Over
When I was only nine, I came to your aid. My teacher needed help, to find you a good home. A parakeet was for me, I had never had one. A cup of coffee was my breakfast, it got me on my way to school.
You were flying around,
then landed on the table to sit with me.
Before it knew it, you had jumped on the cup rim.
You started to drink, a cup runneth over.
Coffee spilling over, right into my saucer.
From then on, we enjoyed our morning cup of coffee.
Date Written:7/4/2022
Note: True Story.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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