A Letter to a Sippy Cup

Oh sippy cup,

I found you today

 

Your contents are no longer an ingredient in my fridge

I contemplate tossing you into the garbage

 

I know that rancid, once a liquid, substance all too well

That un-forgettable lost but now found sippy cup smell

 

Why were you there, sippy cup?

The window sill, Under the couch

In the hot car or under the bed

I need to know sippy

Because when I ask your carrier why, they simply say "It Wasn't me"

 

I grasp your ever tightened lid and begin to twist

with much regret, I hear a hiss

How long were you there all alone?

Considering the smell I would say too long

 

Oh sippy cup,

I managed to save you today

But next time I may have to throw you away

 

Sincerely,

Disgusted Mother