Oh, loveliness incarnate, especially round the spout,
Divinest thing that ever poured afternoon tea out!
Thy form embodies beauty, yet thy base is balanced, too, small wonder that my heart is caught and held by your brew!

You did not cost my savings and undoubtedly you're good; Your children, too, the cups and plates, I welcome as I should! There's breed, my dear, about you, flush of colour I adore.
And yet, you know, I picked you up in a famous store!

Each time we part I pray, sweet, as your countenance is hid, That never shall I hear those words, "Please mum, I've smashed the lid!".

The Shelley Standard, March 1930