Oh Dirty Mug


Oh dirty mug
Tea-stained and forlorn
How long have you sat there
Perchance unloved?

And though my need is great
For a beverage warm
And comforting
To refresh my soul
I shall once again
Eschew you
Ignore you
In favour of your
Cleaner brethren
In their ivory tower
(Or off-white kitchen cupboard)

Though take comfort
Dirty mug
In the knowledge
That once used
A clean coffee cup
Itself becomes
A dirty demitasse
A grubby goblet
A vitiated vessel

So soon
You will languish alone
No more

  6 comments for “Oh Dirty Mug

  1. January 18, 2017 at 10:10 am

    Hi James I may be wrong but it appears that you do the cooking and the washing up, so what does Mrs Proclaims do?

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    • January 18, 2017 at 4:13 pm

      Don’t worry, she does her bit.


  2. January 19, 2017 at 7:04 am

    And that
    Kicks to the core! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. February 21, 2017 at 5:10 pm

    Oo, I do the cooking too. We are the same person! On second thoughts no, I always use a cup and saucer. Phew!!!

    Liked by 1 person

    • February 21, 2017 at 5:12 pm

      That proves it then, I’m definitely a mug man…

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