By Joshua A. Apolonio
Little teacups, delicate and fragile;
Granny’s tea’s here. Would you like, for a while?
Even so small, it gives an importance.
Cups like a flower bud, so cute at glance.
Granny’s teacups then poured with lemonade.
So very cute teacups, style will not fade.
Pour, pour, and pour. Its yum will never last.
Her tea is best. Next time, I’ll get it fast.
Granny’s teacups, ready for tomorrow.
Thrilled very much, I’ll be on the first row.
“Ready, children?” Asked by the grandmother;
Be tasting the best tea like no other.
Oops, so very clumsy. This might take long.
I’m sorry, Granny. Something I’ve done wrong.
Lumbering am I, fragile came to parts.
Guilt accepted. Her heart is full of tarts.
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