*stir, stir, stir* *clink, clink* *sip*
Hello, Coffee.
Hi.
I’ve written another poem about you.
Is it as good as the last one?
Even better.
Yay.
*huh hummm*
O Coffee, O Coffee,
My own turtledove,
I want to express
The depth of my love.
O Coffee, O Coffee,
Caffiene in a cup,
When I’m feeling down
You cheer me up.
When already up,
You make me quite manic,
And just might incite
A bit of a panic.
I’ll try not to dance,
On top of my desk.
Between you and me
It is for the best.
O Coffee, O Coffee,
My stomach’s in shreds,
But I must refuse
To drink tea instead.
O Coffee, O Coffee,
My love it is true,
I know I will never
Be quit of you!
Wow.
I know. It’s pretty good, isn’t it?
I couldn’t feel more special if I was freshly ground.
It was nothing.
It certainly was. Get back to work.
Just one more sip…
You consume me.
Okay.
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