Little White Cup
M.J. Mallery
Oh, my goodness!
Before the fire I held hot chocolate, marshmallows swirled
about my rim and gave the kids foamy mustaches.
Sometimes my chicken soup put smiles on their measly
marked faces.
What am I to do now?
Take up knitting? Maybe I'll make a shawl for Aunt Ida.
Train for the Olympics? I'm too fragile for pole vaulting.
Perhaps I'll dabble in politics and run for Congress.
Maybe I'll become President!
Oh no! A parent is tossing me into the trash.
Help, I'm stuck. I can't move.
Whew! Thanks Monika for rescuing me from oblivion.
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