Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #489

I Drink Water
by Belinda Roddie

I drink water out of my tankard now,
as well as wine, whiskey, cider, and mead -
I drink ev'rything from it, rinse it out,
and fill it up again. I pay no heed
to glasses, cups, or tea mugs anymore.
Just provide me this stein, and I am well,
and so I to the drinking gods implore
that they respect and deem worthy my quell
of other inferior vessels. As
I lift this tankard to my lips, I see
the Great Hall of Valhalla, walls of glass,
and majestic Norse skylines before me.
The only exception I shall make, though,
is a cup atop the bathroom sink, so.