Telepathy
Telepathy
A look of sorrow and a sigh
As I tried to lift that soda high
It stood on the table, refusing to budge
All it needed was a simple nudge
A light bulb flashed above my head
My heart pounding with uncertain dread
I tied the soda to a thin clear string
Let it go and watched it swing
I grinned and admired my hovering soda
I was telepathic! Just like Yoda!
Maybe not, but it was how I wanted to think.
Plus, now I had a hovering drink.