Steven Rodgers

Rookie (2/3/86 / Payson, Arizona)

Paper Coffee Cup - Poem by Steven Rodgers

The paper coffee cup,
Rattling it calls upon the many,
It peers and pleads and begs,
And groans for just a penny,
It chomps and chugs and swallows,
An endless appetite,
It never stops munching,
Much to its delight.

I feed the paper coffee cup,
I do it every single day,
And the coffee cup says to me,
In always the same way,
'Thank you sir, you're very kind, '
I nod, I wink, I go,
'I'll see you in the morning cup,
Be sure to say hello.'

One morning the paper coffee cup,
Was nowhere to be seen,
Wasn't there in the evening,
Whatever could this mean?
Day two, no cup, no rattling call,
No one seemed to care,
I could not comprehend why,
The cup was just not there.

It's been a week since I've seen the cup,
But I found out the truth,
I asked the courteous lady,
That works the subway booth,
She told me in the morning,
'One week ago today,
They took the coffee cup to jail,
Because the cup was in the way.'

Poet's Notes about The Poem

True Story

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012

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