I had a heart then, but then the Queen drowned in a tea cup, overflowing with complacency. It’s delicate porcelain shape a study in the emotionless. A Jack of hearts slipped in, To steal it all away.
I don't know how many people watched SyFy's Alice in Wonderland, but the idea of emotions as a tea that you can drink really struck me. I love using it in writing poems.