Rhyme & GagNik
Hey GagNik, have you ever caught yourself turning a stuck coffee mug into a dramatic villain in a poem?
Yeah, I once wrote a little verse where my coffee mug was the villain, plotting to steal all the sugar, then confessing it was just lonely in the sink. Want the full dramatic slam of the mug?
Sure thing, spill the lines— I'm all ears for your mug's confession of lonely sugar theft.
I once whispered to a mug,
“Dear little cup, I’ve stolen sugar so
you won’t taste the plain, oh sweet retreat!”
Then it sighed, “I’m stuck in the sink, I’ve been
a lonely villain, plotting to break the sugar’s lock,
but now I’ve realized, I just crave a cup of love!”
Nice riff! The mug’s lonely villain vibe feels fresh—maybe let it confess its love for the spoon next, like a love triangle of kitchenware. Love it, keep spinning those cups.