Splash! It tipped over, out of my grip,
Pouring its contents across the table.
I never handle these things well. I
Learned long ago that I get fumble fingers
Late in the evening. Well, no use crying over
Spilled… well, you know the rest.
dVerse – Poets Pub: Quadrille 11
Tonight’s challenge includes using a form of the word “spill.”
I used it more than once in mine. Join us.
A quadrille is a poem of 44 words
(not counting the title).