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 :)
