Monday, 12 January 2015

Mug Shot

Parched and dehydrated
Dying dryly for a drink
My hung up mug with strings attached
Has me taken to the brink

On wasteful wicked mornings
Too fast for timely treats
I crave for heated liquid supplements
Until my frenzied quest completes

With my mixture brewing rapidly
Showing strength I might regain
For Ten and Six I pay the price
The least I do to keep me sane

For Mad Hatters Everywhere

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