Oh Sugar! Poem by Bill Wright

Wednesday afternoon, time to write a poem,
Let's get things ready.
Folder out, cup of tea made,
Safely sitting in a tray on the floor.
Unthinking steps back.

Tea splashes everywhere, jeans wet, carpet soaked,
Curses out loud.
A little lake of tea, staring back at me,
Cry for help.
Kitchen roll, carpet cleaner, all hands to the pump.

The tea forms a pattern like an abstract work of art.
We are not amused.