There are in life few sadder tasks,
than clearing up your broken flasks.
Tea spilt in droplets, cold and round, the shattered glass upon the ground.
The promise of a refreshing brew,
replaced instead by boo hoo hoo.
The once hot liquor, the tea totallers friend, is now a mess that non can mend.
Both tea and flask are no more,
there'll never be another pour.
So which ever way you use your flask, listen close, of that I ask.
Never leave it inside car door, lest it fall upon the floor.
For that dear reader is my tale of woe and to the flask emporium I must go.
Perhaps this time I'll choose stainless steel, It certainly has a tougher feel.
Shiny metal, black plastic cup, will I hope mean a safer sup.
+ Many Coats+
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