Sundays are all about the rhymes. Soul Sundays are poetry workshop days here at Adulting – Second Half. Let’s have fun with this! Please share your poems, your poetry, your songs, your raps, your ditties. Here’s my goofy one today:
My Little Old Mug
Oh my little mug
I wish I could give you a hug
For all of the pleasure that you’ve given me.
Instead I must throw you out
Since I’m always spouting about
Not becoming a hoarder.
My daughter pointed out your age and your cracking
Which means your drink holding ability is lacking
And there is really no point in keeping you.
As the family chimed in, about my reminding them of expiration dates,
Handing them Goodwill bags to fill, giving their old things new fates,
I just couldn’t be hypocritical.
Little mug, I considered hiding you away
To sneak you out on a “by myself” day,
But my conscious just wouldn’t let me do it.
Thank you for your service and for the joy that you brought me,
Your humor, your size, your years of holding my coffee
Perhaps you are truly ready for mug heaven.
(or the back hidden corner of the cupboard which no one uses – see you soon!)