Ode to a Yellow Love Lost
As I sift through memories of her
I sigh, and my breath, like steam,
reminds me even more of her
As if our affair was just a dream.
Many a mindful hour was spent
Caressing, fondling and kissing
Every curve of her yellow form
Filling me with warmth. Inspiring.
But our liaison, like her presence
Was stolen and now I'm lost.
Who will graciously hold my tea
Now that my mug was ripped off?
I hope the thief who stole her,
To be inspired by her warmth,
Will kiss her with contemplation,
For she holds a lot of tea in her girth.
After my initial discovery of the disappearance of my mug at my office, I sent out a global email to my fellow co-workers to see if anyone knew of its new location…
From: Howard
Sent: Friday, June 03, 2005 9:28 AM
To: All Employees
Subject: Missing Mug…
I've misplaced my big yellow mug… she has a big belly and answers to the name Iphigenia.
If you've seen 'er, please let me know. Thanks.
A co-worker thought she would respond to my odd sense of humor…
From: Tiphaney
Sent: Friday, June 03, 2005 9:34 AM
To: Howard
Subject: RE: Missing Mug…
You named your mug? You really are attached. . . . . .you know it is
an inanimate object right?
But I just couldn't let that one lay unanswered…
From: Howard
Sent: Friday, June 03, 2005 9:35 AM
To: Tiphaney
Subject: RE: Missing Mug…
Not when I spend the day holding and kissing it.
Which, invariably, freaked her out…
From: Tiphaney
Sent: Friday, June 03, 2005 9:38 AM
To: Howard
Subject: RE: Missing Mug…
aaaAALLLAAAAL ALALALLLAAA LALALAAA I do not want to know anymore!!
Howard you can get help. I think there is a 12 step program.
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