My Broken

China.

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

You used to look superlative
Sitting on the shelf
Then like Humpty Dumpty
You are badly broken delft.

When you fell, I could tell.
The love affair was over
One minute flying in the air
The next there’s instant closure.

What’s new in the world of glue
Let’s try Araldite
Piece by piece since your demise
What a dreadful sight.

Drat you look disjointed
I yearn for your fine lines
I tried and tried stopped and sighed
It’s a sign of the times.

I love to call you china
You were my prized possession
When you fell, I could tell.
It was time for a confession.

I gave you just a little nudge
A smidgen of a push
It was just a little tickle
A sort of loving smooch.

Broken china on the floor
You’re like a jigsaw puzzle
Now I’m sad and feel bad
We need to stop and nuzzle.

©

David Rudder
2024

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