Your Little Teacup

Once upon a time
In a land far away
Lived your silly little teacup
who had gone astray.


“Tea is for saps,”
He said with a scoff
As he turned his back on your home
and then headed on off.


He wandered for days
Until he reached a strange new land,
That was coarse and was hot
And was covered in sand.


He got lost in its depths
As the heat made him itchy and dry.
While the chill of the nights
Made him just want to cry.


Day after day 
the rough sands wore him right down.
He looked back on his life
And he gave a little frown.


“You know,” he conceded,
“I don't miss the tea,
But I must admit that...

I've rather missed you.”


Then he cracked,

        and he croaked,

                and he fell into two.