Teacups
by me(whatever)
My mother, she set the teacups,
my brother, he broke the teacups,
and so I took out some glue and mended,
the shards into teacups again.
This is literally the story of today. I still have super glue attached to my fingers. It was fun though, like a glass puzzle. Luckily my brother had saved all the pieces.
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ReplyDeleteYou know what I hate about super-glue?
DeleteIt's that not even it knows who
Or what it may glue.
And then when the deed is done,
You may put on that cap so blunt,
And that is the end of your sticky stunt
For forever is that cap so stuck
*I decided to reply to your shiny poem with a rusty poem myself. I know it's pretty awful, but that truly is my opinion on that junk*
What a bummer for those poor abused teacups
Heck, I love your poem! It's perfect the way it is! You should post that on your blog. It really is pretty darn good. And don't worry about the teacups, they are even more legendary now that they have been glued together again.
ReplyDeleteOh, you're just saying that! Yeah, I know you. You probably looked at that poem with that pitying little face and said to yourself "At least she tried," and posted that to maybe encourage me to write more and maybe make me feel better than when I just giggled at it (which I must say, it really worked :D). Clever little you.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe you giggled and thought "Oh, how silly can she get?"
I can get insanely silly thank you very much!
...and so can you...