Here's one I wrote earlier. Sadly the formatting is lost when uploaded here.

My Mug

I have this ancient mug. I've had the thing for years. It mostly holds my coffee. But now and then some beer.

On the outside is a dinosaur, A Toujiagosaurus (honestly). I've used it for so long now, The damn thing's almost porous.

It's chipped and cracked all over. It's a dirty grey inside. I clean it every now and then, With neat formaldehyde.

Every time I have a coffee, My mug, it runneth over. This goes back unto the time, I swapped sugar for baking soda.

My mug, it serves me faithfully, Though leaking like a sieve, It leaves more coffee on my desk, Than has ever passed my lips.

My wife, she swears she'll buy anew, Next time she's down the market. I oft reply, no need have I. Oh drat! I've bleeding dropped it!

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All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster

And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...