'Excuse me if I sit on you,' the cup said to the saucer.
'I fear I've been here all the afternoon.'
'Spare excuses,' said the saucer; 'you have sat on me before, sir.'
'Oh, I'll stir him up directly,' said the spoon.
'Stop your clatter! Stop your clatter!' cried the bread-and-butter platter
'Tittle-tattle!' sneered the tea-pot, with a shrug;
'Now, the most important question is my chronic indigestion.'
'Ah, you've taken too much tannin,' jeered the jug.
'Hey, hey, hey!' sang the silver-plated tray,
'It's time you had your faces washed. I've come to clear away!'
Native American people, Indians, believed that everything has its spirit and may talk. Their population is starving and diminishing in America, their native land! modern people just lost this ability with techno progress.
A beautifully envisioned interesting write, full of humor and written in lighter vein.
Lovely breakfast scene created along with conversation of tea and tableware. Quite interesting. Thanks.
A delightfully whimsical piece from an author of prodigious personal nomenclature.
Very enjoyable conversation among spoon, jug, cup etc. Written beautiful it is very interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's fun to read this kind of poem......Thanks...