That milk jug made of pewter

Okay, here's my effort for Willow's pictorial prompt. World, be amazed.

There are vases that are prettier
And teapots that are cuter,
But something kind of struck me
‘Bout that milk jug made of pewter.
It was sleek, it was curvaceous
And its fine embossed relief
Made me wonder ‘bout the provenance
Behind that laurel leaf.

I flew down to the library
As fast as I could scooter
To see what I could find out on
The library computer.
But, though I spent an age, I couldn’t
Find out what’s the beef
With that grey, bewitching milk jug
And it’s stamp of laurel leaf.

Perhaps it was a birthday gift
To some girl from her suitor?
A thank-you from a graduate
To his despairing tutor?
I marvelled at the mystery
Contained in that relief
On the side of that grey milk jug
In it’s wreath of laurel leaf.

I know I should have sold it,
If I’d been a bit astuter.
I really had no answer to
That scheming prosecutor.
For now I sit here in this cell,
A sad career thief
Betrayed by one small fingerprint
Upon that laurel leaf.