This solitary cup
needed its mates.
A sorcerer had banished him
even from plates.
He wanted a hooker
so he could hang about
on a hook, well spaced out
wiv his mates again
to re-ascertain
his life wiv crockery
and not that mockery
of being a solitary cup...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not so much a cup Barry...More of a mug if you dont mind me saying so...lol Sid.