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May K.

Three Teacups

Updated: Aug 8, 2019

Three little teacups sitting in a row

The first is brown, the second is gold

The third is made of a silver bright

And it sparkles like the moon at night


But what is that compared to gold?

Gifted as it is with the Sun’s glow

But which teacup should I choose?

There’s only one which I may use


The brown teacup is made of homely earth

But admittedly of not much worth

The silver and gold cups sparkle and shine

I must say they look mighty fine


The tea will taste the same in all

So it makes nothing less or more

The design of each is exactly the same

All fit the purpose for which I came


It’s a hard choice I strangely find

Because of the wishes in my mind

Should I pick silver or gold?

But brown will do as well I know


In the end I take the brown cup home

The other two I left alone

Because I know if you did not

That tea in a metal cup is very hot!


Copyright © 2015 by Kwek Yi Zhen


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