My Mug
Yesterday at my works kitchen
I realised something was missing!
And that something was wrong
Where was my mug with the cats on?
I walked into my office
And I was well pi$$ed!
That was my mug, I needed tea!
That's my mug, that was special to me
Then today I went back in
To my works kitchen
And I saw my mug
Sitting there all clean and smug
I asked it where had it been
And to tell me what it had seen
I know many won't believe this
But it started to hiss…
"Master I've been to hell….
I was stolen, by that girl chelle
She took me to her desk..
And I was abused by the rest!"
"They all put their lips to me
And filled me with coffee
Then they took me to the slaughter
And filled me with nasty water!"
Tears filled my eyes
Saddened by my mugs poor cries
My poor mug stolen and raped
How dare they take….
My mug!
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