Which I e'er love to do,
Without leaving drops where I place my lips,
That course down the side, too.
I try forming a seal around the brim,
But the liquid escapes,
Slurp like a vacuum as I tilt it back,
I sound like an ass and the cup's still caked,
No one else seems to have this handicap,
Trust me, I have observed,
I can us'lly learn how to do new things,
But this gets on my nerves,
So I lick it,
Just as I pull away,
Since I cannot stop from making the mess,
I'll at least look like I don't live that way.