Friday, June 8, 2012


I am the collector of cups,
Each sits on my table like a soldier
Breathing there for a moment,
Until something bowls them over

They disagree with my files,
Who insist on laying flat
And the sneaky eraser,
Who scares them like a bat

They aren't friends with the mugs,
Who they find rather boring 
Or with the drawers,
Only interested in storing

Juice they understand,
For you see
Their favourite colour,
Is cranberry

Sara :)