(an exercise in creative writing)
Oh, my dear, dear sippy cup, your calming ways are a mystery.
Never once has Maggie cried for you in her thirteen months of history.
Yet Thursday night it was a first
Supposed to be sleeping, dying of thirst.
To bed late she went, celebrating Mama's birthday
with ice cream and partying and playing the night away.
We thought she was just crabby, majorly overtired
but no! Those tears were not from being wired.
Her alligator tears were for us a big first
Our poor little Maggie was dying of thirst!
(Maggie drank 80% of the water in her sippy, then went down for bed without a single noise!)
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