a leak-proof vessel, completely spill free,
But somehow your liquid doesn’t stay put.
It bubbles up over and spills on my foot,
Or worse, on the cushions, carpet and tile.
There goes my hope they’d look nice for a while.
I’ve tried all the styles. I’ve tried all the brands.
No matter which one, I watch the drops land.
You fill up my shelves, taking up so much space.
Lids, valves and straws tumble all over the place!
But I have to be honest. Yes, I should confess.
Without you, I’d face much more of a mess.
My children can drink from real cups at first,
But soon other urges take over their thirst.
Their hands will behave for only so long,
Before I exclaim, “You’re doing it wrong!”
In goes a finger and then two or three,
to splash in the liquid, to play so carefree.
Then, slowly but surely, the cup starts to tip,
and soon I am longing for a sippy cup’s drip.
So sippy cup, sippy cup, you may have your flaws,
but I think that I owe you a round of applause.