Mugs Poem by Douglas Scotney
Mugs
I smashed that special cup today
and another
that were sitting on the tray.
It's honestly not prophesy
by which you see what will be;
that wearing those socks,
you'd slip and smash those cups.
Honestly not prophesy
you should have seen it coming.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: honesty,language,prophecy
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