Cracked Clay Cup
A little bit awkward, little bit odd,
little bit shoddy, obviously flawed.
But it’s colorful, oh so cheerful bright,
a welcome relief after a long night.
It can’t be full, who cares if it’s emptied.
There’s not a more upbeat cup, guaranteed.
Just don’t try to drink tea from the far side;
it spilled and burned anyone who has tried.
Copyright © Brittany Reynolds | Year Posted 2012
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