Ode to a Broken Mug

You helped me get through every day,
And served my coffee in a special way.
Whether java, columbian, or italian roast
I enjoyed drinking it with you the most.
And now I'm feeling sad and blue
For I don't have another like you.
On you I always could depend
And now I don't know if you'll ever mend.
So trips to Holland - I must make another
To try and locate your twin sister or brother.