Franken-Stein

Cerian Cantwr

On one sad day I dropped my mug, it shattered on the floor.
I gathered up what shards I could ‘til I could find no more.
I checked the pieces that I had, but fate would not forgive.
For what was left was not my mug, but rather more a sieve.

But then I made a cunning plan – my misfortune to end.
I’d gather bits of other cups to fix my leaky friend.
I cut in half a shot glass, and a brandy snifter too,
To fix my tumbled tumbler with a pot or so of glue.

I dismembered next a goblet and a tankard made of brass;
And welded these things into place to make my uber-glass.
I pilfered pewter form a pot, a chalice from a chest -
Then sawed to size and bolted on this thing with all the rest.

My flagon now was taking shape – albeit, one quite queer.
A noggin and a drinking horn, I caused to disappear.
The handle next I then attached, a bit of a mix up.
The top half was decanter set, the bottom coffee cup.

To check the seal, I set it out – one dark and stormy night.
It then got struck by lightening and glowed with eerie light.
My mug stood up and walked away – that curious cup of mine.
My polyglot of pilfered parts. It was a franken-stein.

© 2005 Charles Grab

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