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A Cup…#Poem

A Cup

 

A poem,

about a cup?

Just what can I say?

An item,

for granted,

I take every day.

 

No thought,

for the process,

it took to get here.

 

Or why,

it is this cup,

a breakage I fear.

 

This one,

a tea cup.

This one coffee.

 

One for,

hot chocolate.

name chosen for me.

 

A unit,

of measure.

For baking a cake.

 

It’s size 

became standard

for potters to make.

 

What then,

before that,

a time before scales.

 

Was used 

as a measure,

for cookery tales.

 

But I am,

the black sheep;

one uses a mug.

 

Though often,

referred to,

a plant pot, or jug.

A § M 

15/03/2019

    

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