You give your hand to me
Tip a carafe and pour
You pick me up and see
I fall straight to the floor
I look just like a mug
But, buddy, there's no lug
I'm a yunomi
I’ll hold your warmest drink
I am the best tea one
A handled mug, I think
Seems so pedestrian
So come on, show some class
You hold me like a glass
I’m a yunomi
For I’m telling you, I’m art, I’m not a mug
Not a tumbler, a cup, or a stein
Exotic true! I cost a lot more too
So erudite and so refined
You give your hand to me
Tip a carafe and pour
You pick me up and see
I fall straight to the floor
Handles are so passé
That’s what the potters say
I'm a yunomi
Tip a carafe and pour
You pick me up and see
I fall straight to the floor
I look just like a mug
But, buddy, there's no lug
I'm a yunomi
I’ll hold your warmest drink
I am the best tea one
A handled mug, I think
Seems so pedestrian
So come on, show some class
You hold me like a glass
I’m a yunomi
For I’m telling you, I’m art, I’m not a mug
Not a tumbler, a cup, or a stein
Exotic true! I cost a lot more too
So erudite and so refined
You give your hand to me
Tip a carafe and pour
You pick me up and see
I fall straight to the floor
Handles are so passé
That’s what the potters say
I'm a yunomi
Oh lord. I think yunomi's are the making of someone who couldn't pull a handle.
ReplyDeleteYou and me both. The only yunomis I ever made happened about five minutes after I realized the mugs were too dry to stick a handle on. I'm not one of the cool kids. I don't make yunomis.
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