This poem is a riddle. A friend gave me the prompt of closing my eyes and writing a poem based on the first item in my house that popped into my head and then she’d guess what the item is. I fear it may be too easy, but please, go ahead and take a guess in the comments!!
She's in Prison 
Coffee!
So close! It was a coffee mug, or more specifically a tea mug.
Do I still win?
Hmmmm, somebody else actually guessed the mug. Runner up!
Or a cup for holding the coffee.
You win!
I’m with Cheryl. Coffee cup, I think. 🙂
🙂