I filled my coffee mug,
But its not filled with coffee.
I don't prefer it,
So I fill the mug with tea.
The mug detests this,
It rather likes it's coffee.
It loathes me, waiting there,
I just slowly sip my tea.
"Why, Christine," it asks,
"Why do you deny me coffee?"
"Because I'm selfish, mug,
So please stop bothering me."
But it didn't stop;
The mug kept pushing coffee,
Until one day,
I decided against my tea.
It finished brewing,
And I filled the mug with coffee.
Filled to the brim,
The mug seemed quite happy.
I pick up the mug and throw it against the wall.
I fill my teacup as I watch the pieces fall.
it's so silly, i love it!
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