Far too many plates in my cupboard, Far too many mugs on the shelf Far too many ugly dishes, Too many memories for myself Overcrowded kitchen. Overcrowded mind. Not enough space for the dishes. Not enough space, but I'm too kind. Some of the things have to go. There are far too many mugs. And they take over the place and are hard to get rid of like bugs. I mean I have to throw some away, I can't keep them all I can't let them go, Why is the shelf so small Some of the mugs never got used. They are old and full of dust Some others I use everyday. For my morning tea, I must Some are ugly thoughtless gifts by people who didn't know me better My shelf is overcrowed I can't take more but they still giftet it with a small letter Not knowing of my space problem, Not knowing of me Why can't I give them away, I won't use them for my tea Cause I always use the same mug, The same mug everyday Still I love all of them So I can never throw those mugs away.