Picture poem

I've decided to take a break from nursery rhymes rewrites, so I'm going back to drawing an object and writing a poem about it. Today's object was a green footed cup.

Green Footed Cup

Today was the first day
You sat in your high chair
And drank from the snout
Of your bright green
Footed sippy cup

You seized one handle
Fiercely
With your right hand
And confidently
Raised the cup
To your open mouth

However
You did not tilt the cup
So you drank
Only air

I tried to help you
But you would
Relinquish no control
And instead
Held a handle
Tightly in each hand

At last
You raised
And tilted the cup
Grinning
As apple juice streamed down your chin
And trickled into your open mouth