A SPONGE WILL DO (WHERE A HANDKERCHIEF WON'T)
by Bernarde, The Sad Poet  
Inspired by a Woebegone Evening in #writers


I Loathe the Loss of My Espresso
Soaked Upon a Sponge
I Weep and Contemplate my Cup,
Its Unproductive Plunge
 
-Onto the Rug, I saw it Spill!
My Handkerchief grew Wet-
For Tears were Gushing from my Eyes
My Brow pour'd forth with Sweat.
 
My Handkerchief, its Substance Filled
Would not Mop up my Error
The Balding Cook approached my Seat
My Heart fill'd up with Terror
 
I Cring'd, and Saw his Towering Bulk,
His Blinding Pate on High
He handed me a Hapless Sponge
I Mopp'd without a Sigh
 
I Loathe the Loss of My Espresso
My Indecision's nigh
Shall I order a Second Cup?
I shed a Tear, and Sigh....