Etiquette

What you used to water my seeds,

I spilled in a fancy-looking cup

And in manners you would appreciate, 

I presented you the drink.

You swang in a moment or two

Back and forth between the liquid lines 

Then, to the unknown you were gone

Never to be back again.

Reviews

[GalaxyGhost]

This is an interesting poem that is poetic. I'm just curious about how you go the inspiration for this poem.