We are stories in the sink
Some fine china, some earthenware,
Some fired, some adorned,
All awaiting the same fate.
All, at the end, tarnished and soiled
From merriment and gluttony,
Some chipped, some cracked,
Still serviceable
Until irreparably broken.
Soak a little, before the scrubbing;
Beware the pitfall of the drain,
And be raised, clean and sparkling
Once again.
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