What ceramic secrets do you hold?
When first she brought you into the fold?
Every day you did serve me well,
Joys and sorrows I gave–each sip did tell!
So how I hit myself at my folly,
A simple mistake normal for the likes of Wall-E!
I promise it was something I cherished daily,
Almost as much as my ukulele,
For it came from my dear friend in Botswana,
Which is nowhere near the Republic of Ghana.
So you can imagine my horror–my shock, my shame!
As I realized when back home I came,
That I had left it in the freezer, that box of icy death,
And as I opened the door, I could do nothing but hold my breath…
But anyway, let us remember the good times–all that we shared!
And forget the scene of the crime–and how that mug fared.