The Ordinary Mug

Coffee mug, mediocre and customary, Though a marvel of paint and pottery, Rests on a levelled shelf of kitchen, Peeps out of glass anxiously. I pick up every fine morning, So that it doesn't go uninspired, To make a great shake of coffee, Of no unexceptional ability. Quenches intellectual thirst, That invokes impulses most unusual, Starts the day with a bang, Making the maximum and the most anyone could. No lesser than a reverend it behaves, Extraordinary mission by the ordinary, Atonement of the satiety with pleasure, Returns to its jurisdiction the glass shelf !!