The Greatest Trophy a Kid Could Ask For
I've spent countless minutes traveling through my thoughts
the possibilities are practically endless
the simplicity of a mug at face value
the true nuance and ingenuity lying deep within
the bottomless pit that is a mug's purpose
the one word that flips my perspective inside out
PERSONALIZED
now what lies inside is a mystery for another time
now I ask myself what it could be Calibri maybe lobster
now the font size, 11's shy, but 24's a little over the top
now 16-18 that's what I want
I search far and low for answers, but still I wonder
I wonder if poetry.com would be formal
I wonder if it'll be eggshell white maybe jet black
I wonder if poetry.com would be wild
I wonder if it'll be neon green maybe hot pink
I've spent one countless hour trying to tell you my
thoughts
the fascination I have with mugs isn't irrational, it's
PERSONALIZED the idea of me writing impacted a mug
now I'm running out of ways to talk about mugs
I wonder if I'll achieve my aspiration
About this poem
I wrote this poem because, ever since I was 15 and went to look on poetry.com for a poem that my school demanded I read, I had a new feeling emerge I hadn't fully realized it yet, but that's when I first saw it. Poetry.com was giving away *free* mugs, but that's not all, these mugs they were personalized mugs the greatest mugs known to man. So ever since 13 minutes ago it's become my life's goal to take a sip from one of these perfectly crafted cups (I'm saying cups, but obviously mugs are better because you get a handle and I would never purposely slander personalized mugs). PS. In the unlikely world I win a cash prize I would like to ask if any staff members could take some of the money and throw in a personalized mug. more »
Written on October 07, 2022
Submitted by N.A.G on October 07, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABXXBX XCXX CXXXX XAXXXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 982 |
Words | 191 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 4, 5, 6 |
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