Drinking Memories

An etheree poem on new cups, containing a little more...

Cups,
New cups.
Like all cups,
But from London.
B-choice for a pound.
They make tea taste better,
And my coffee too. Since they
Hold more than just a soothing drink:
Precious memories from London and
The sun-lightened trip over Mother Sea!







B-choice are cups that are not perfect (slightly out of shape or so) and are being sold for a considerably lower price. Adding this since many readers didn't seem to know this word.

This is an etheree-poem, where every line has a syllable more than the previous, upto ten syllables in the tenth line. Thanks to larryp for the information he provided in his port about the etheree.