O, thermos!
How stately is thine splendor, livery'd in scratched stainless steel and ratty, pink pleath'r.
Banish the thought! of sullying your countenance with hot coffee, tea--
heat, methinks, would cause you release heavy lead, bisphenol A, etc.
Nay! Let thine cargo be
one or two gills of warm Crystal Light (Pink Lemonade),
a few drachmas of Diet Mountain Dew,
or let me fill you, my love,
with the tears that overfill mine eyes when I think of parting.
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am i the only one that thinks my nalgene might be slowly poisoning me with that oddly pleasant, plasticy new car smell? keep up the blog -> very enjoyable. Ingrid - see you at linda´s soon.
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