The Flowery Teacup - Poem by Victoria Hughes
A flowery teacup,
Teetering on the edge of reason.
The desk is so full of crap
The poor cup must rest
No one notices
As she falls to the floor
No one sees her smash
No one hears her lose her handle
And with it part of herself.
The flowery teacup
Among the wreckage
No one heard her fall
Now in pieces for all to see.
(C) Victoria Elizabeth Hughes
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