A spot of tea.
Clumsy me,
Stumbled my cup, splash.
On my shirt a stain irremovable,
A feast for microscopic beings.
White cotton blemished,
Remove at all cost
Abrasives and chemicals
Rub and scrub,
Brush and scour,
Try as I may persistent remained.
Void, no other choice
Reference to the closet,
Away in a corner
Under un-wearable,
Food for moth.
And now you’ve been warned,
A lesson well learned.
The danger you see,
Is in a spot of tea.
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