Wednesday, September 14, 2016

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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