SpillageA Poem by Emma W.One day Into Freshly cleaned sheets And I already spilled tea on them. I pray I won’t have Third degree burns From the spillage on my legs as I Rush up the stairs To get more tea. Because If there is one lesson to be learned From Spilling tea while Reclining on your bed and Watching Netflix While wearing your Snuggie, That lesson is not “Do Not Drink Tea While Reclining On Your Bed And Watching
Netflix While Wearing Your Snuggie.” I took this as An opportunity To have chai instead of apple And to try A new seating arrangement on my bed (I wasn’t going to sit on tea-soaked bedding). And, a few hours later, I crawled into bed, and The sheets were still The slightest bit damp. But I did not remember the tea spilling. I remembered Sitting comfortably on my bed Watching Netflix And drinking tea. © 2013 Emma W. |
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Added on September 27, 2013 Last Updated on September 27, 2013 Tags: poem, poetry, tea, frustration, Netflix AuthorEmma W.AboutJust your average college student with anxiety issues, seeking solace in words. I have a passion for communication, and writing is just one of the many ways I do that. more..Writing
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