It was a five finger discount Just a benign theft It wasn't hurting anyone Besides, it was going to look good in my breakfast nook
I put on my "cross your heart" seat belt and jetted home It was a beautiful coffee mug crafted by Incas It wasn't like I looted the store
I now refer to it as my stolen-Incan made-oversized coffee mug
But I guess I should have seen the warning label
"ATTENTION THIEF, THIS MUG IS CURSED BY ANCIENT SPIRITS! AND IF YOU DARE KEEP THIS MUG ALL THINGS DRANK OUT OF IT WILL CAUSE YOU HORRIBLE PAIN AND SUFFERING"
Now every time I have my morning coffee it either tips over on to my lap or gives me a sudden case of the runs