Where's my mug?

by Sherilyn Vandervalk

Early Monday: Feeling quite slow.
I'll pick myself up with a good hot cuppa joe.
Went to the cupboard to discover (oh no!)
There are no mugs! Got mad and blamed Ko.
I then realized I shouldn't, but thought I'd ask even so.
I found him shortly (he had that post wedding glow),
Brought him over so that I could show,
The stock in the cupboard had hit a new low.
(My need for caffeine was suffering a blow)
I nearly shouted, “SIMON WHERE'D THEY ALL GO?”
He claimed ignorance, said he didn't know.
“But there were lots of mugs once, row upon row.”
We stood and contemplated the cupboard's bareness as though
It might make a difference in my sad tale of woe.
Decided in order to be friend and not foe
We'd make this plea for everyone to follow:
“PLEASE RETURN MUGS AFTER DRINKING YOUR COCOA”
It's an effort to change the quid pro quo
(or for you seminarians, “You reap what you sow!”)