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.
Id 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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