Where Have All The Sippy Cups Gone?

Sippy cup, sippy cup,
your cheerful plastic facade
belies your true nature.

This game of cat and mouse must cease,
for I am weary and out of money.
Must I tether you to my children's wrists?
Is your existence so bleak you must cloak yourself
in webs of dust beneath my bed, to remain a lonely, empty vessel,
devoid of all but a trace of Juicy Juice?

Why do you torment me so?
Have I not bathed you in the finest, soapiest dishpans?
Have I not poured within you the choicest and most delicate of potables?
Why must you roll yourself away into the shadows, forcing me to search,
endlessly, hopelessly?

Some day I shall find you and you will want to be cleaned,
but I will not wipe the curdled milk chunks from your plastic spout.
I will leave you to your choice- to the destiny you've carved for yourself.

You have spurned me for the last time, Sippy.
I am a slave to your "spill-proof" convenience no longer.