Crystal Glasses

Crystal Glasses on display, so elegant and nice Have never been filled, not even once or twice. Why we have them, I am confused There is no reason, if they are never used. Maybe the King and Queen to dinner might stay Then we would use them on that special day. Maybe our children will inherit when life passes; And drink their wine from crystal glasses Maybe they’ll be sold, in an auction lot Some shack dweller might wonder what he’s got. And when it’s raining hard, and the leaking does not stop Crystal glasses will be used to catch the water drop But all I’ve said is not quite true, for when my wife is fast asleep Into the lounge to pour a drink, I quietly creep. Each night I use a different glass, the wine, the liqueur, the sherry For when a cat is not around, the mice make merry