MystyrMystyry
09-21-2012, 10:33 PM
Here's a little ditty I like to roll out on occasion I call
Goodbye Favorite Glass
It goes something like this - one, two, three, four...
Farewell my friend, my trusty companion
How many beverages had we shared?
How many Lattes, Cappuccinos, Mochas
During the Winter?
How many Ice Coffees during the
Long Summer Evenings?
How many beers before I recycled you
From your original promotional purpose?
And let us not forget the other uses
We discovered together
The way your thickened astigmatism provided
The perfect foil for a lens
How well you maintained the warmth of soup
Not only as a make-shift ladle
But as the very cup from which I sipped the broth
To have lasted so many years I presumed you were
Tempered to the highest degree
But obviously not
It was only a matter of a four feet drop
That saw you explode into a bazillion bits
I watched in horror your slow motion fall
Time stopping for an eternity
As you dive-bombed off the bench
Though within armsreach being erstwhile
Occupied it was impossible to decide what to
Sacrifice to prevent your plummet to destruction
I'll miss you Favorite Glass
And though I have no photographs of you
When you were alive
I now have many pictures of your diamond-shard pieces
On Black Velvet
Goodbye Favorite Glass
It goes something like this - one, two, three, four...
Farewell my friend, my trusty companion
How many beverages had we shared?
How many Lattes, Cappuccinos, Mochas
During the Winter?
How many Ice Coffees during the
Long Summer Evenings?
How many beers before I recycled you
From your original promotional purpose?
And let us not forget the other uses
We discovered together
The way your thickened astigmatism provided
The perfect foil for a lens
How well you maintained the warmth of soup
Not only as a make-shift ladle
But as the very cup from which I sipped the broth
To have lasted so many years I presumed you were
Tempered to the highest degree
But obviously not
It was only a matter of a four feet drop
That saw you explode into a bazillion bits
I watched in horror your slow motion fall
Time stopping for an eternity
As you dive-bombed off the bench
Though within armsreach being erstwhile
Occupied it was impossible to decide what to
Sacrifice to prevent your plummet to destruction
I'll miss you Favorite Glass
And though I have no photographs of you
When you were alive
I now have many pictures of your diamond-shard pieces
On Black Velvet