A dainty cup and saucer grew upon a stem.
And pretty little ruffles adorned the both of them.
The China set was yellow and gently washed by rain—
Of course by April showers the cup is filled again.
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Fun read. Good analogy. Paige, you have a future as a writer. I like your works Jimmer
This poem is a little treasure. I can see a host of golden China Cups - you're up there with Wordsworth when it comes to splendid images of the Spring! S :)