The Lonely Mug
There once was a large mug high on a shelf
Who was unhappy with him self.
I don't know what's wrong
But I haven't been used for so long!
I'm covered in dust and grime!
I want to be used by my owner next time.
Maybe if I jump down to the sink,
My owner will use me for a drink?
So he made a little pledge,
And scooted closer to the edge.
He readied him self for his jump,
But a jealous cup gave him a bump
And he tumbled to the floor.
His handle cracked and could be used no more.
That night his owner found him on the rug.
I remember this old mug.
But the handle is broke beyond repair,
then he gave it an inquisitive stare.
He filled the mug with his dinner to the very top
And sat down at the dinner table with a flop.
And the unhappy mug became the happiest little bowl,
As his owner devoured his soup and roll.
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