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Click hereMy cup hath runneth over.
Pour no more, poor baby.
I'm filled, thrilled,
blooming, bursting,
alive, awake, aware,
climbing for closeups
as close to thy cups
as I possibly dare.
How I wish to tip
you over and sip
the spill, the pour...
...all of thy cups overflowed,
this salacious galore
upon me now bestowed.
My cup
with thy cups
hath runneth over.
So before I can savor,
extract and explore...
...please, baby please,
pour no more.
- COMMENTS
dcpoet44almost 19 years agothroughout this piece. i like the feel of it. i'm in the midst of its overflow. nicely done........don
Liaralmost 19 years agoAuthorThanks for the comments, guys. To answer ishtat, I tossed in a little of Ye Olde Bard English speech to add to the hyperbole mode. It's really just a silly little poem about...well...a specific pair of...cups. :)
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoWell chosen words carry the reader along. Good work, Liar, and that's the truth. :-)
Tess
ishtatalmost 19 years agoCleverly written but "hath runneth" jars to me .It sounds a bit better if hath is pronounced has, as some say it should be anyway but it still sort of trips the poem up a bit .
