My Sugar Runs Out
Only this morning, As the smiling sun Emerged from behind the horizon, Grinning as the bearer of glad tidings, And all ready to run his race, I awoke and stretched and yawned. As the light of this joyous sun Gave life and healing to all creatures And me, I stood and with one more stretch, Stepped to my locker To prepare for the coming day. Grabbing my toothbrush, I rummaged for my paste. Then paused as I saw it in the corner. All empty, twisted and mangled In a million angles and curves, it lay, But nay one more squeeze I must Before it is done with. That I did give it with much effort too! After a hurried scrubbing of the gums, I emerged ready to breakfast. But only one bag of the beloved Lipton, Lay alone and solitary in the packet. That I placed in my mug. The milk too was only a spoonful. But the sugar, yes the sugar, Alas! the sugar ran out! I did shook ...