Today I broke my favourite cup
I'd had it many years.
It lasted longer than my wife
And never caused me tears.
It was always there for me
Morning, noon, and night.
To warm me winter mornings
And fill me with delight.
It does not seem quite proper
To put it in the bin.
For things we have once loved
Such fate seems like a sin.
I'll wash it then quite carefully
And put it on my shelf.
Unlike my ex unfortunately
Who jumped in the bin herself.
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A poem of loss some for the better some for the worse put to a bit of humor. It is always best when we can laugh at our losses. Good one my friend
Luckily I have a lot to laugh about then 😄
Thanks.
Most welcome my friend
What a riot, Jabberwocky! You turn a shattered household treasure into a tender memorial, then casually dispose of the marriage in the closing seconds...warm, wicked, and perfectly timed. Loved it, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks. Your comments are better than my poems!
Appreciate them
😁
Some glue, a shelf. Toothbrush holder. I have the exact article.
At least your wife could provide a soft landing for your cup pieces should you change your mind...
Lol...I put pencils in it rather than toothbrushes, but we're on the same page 😁
Not sure my ex is good for soft landings, certainly didn't afford me one!
Them's the breaks...
Those things that we bek can bring us such wonderful memories Gary.
Andy
The last line earns a cackle 😁
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