(This poem is both simple and needs an explanation. Way back, people in this house would open a water bottle and start drinking. Then, they would leave it on the table for a day or two. They weren’t marked, so people would get confused on if it was an old bottle that they forgot about or someone else’s. Normally, the water would end up going to the plants.)
They hover over the bottle
The one without a label
Not knowing who began the drink
And failed to leave their mark
Accusations fly as if the end is near
Their world is crumbling fast
None are brave enough to taste
For fear of germ or guilt
Panic begins to settle in
Until I wander in from sleep
Without a word I grab my drink
Ignoring growls and mumbles
As I take my pills and start my day
Legends of Windemere 
I can totally imagine this situation.
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It’s a weekly struggle sometimes.
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This has totally happened multiple times at family gatherings!!! Also the plastic cups at party situation has led to some issues (like a kid getting a mouthful of vodka, thinking that he or she drank water). The whole blue cups versus red cups solution never worked for my family. Only one color was purchased!
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This is why I tended to drink very quickly.
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Ha haha. Good one, Charles.
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Thanks.
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