The Special Cup
You get the special cup because you are company the old lady said.
I thought oh, my why this one? It was brown and red.
It had teeth on the side, crooked, and the lips were mean-looking too.
I offered to switch others at the table for their orange one or blue.
Oh, no, you get the special cup because you are trying to take her boy.
They said that because my husband-to-be is her utmost pride and joy.
I guess others have gotten the treasured cup and gone away in a snit.
She did not anticipate my non-reaction and that I did not have a fit.
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