
Ode to a cup of coffee
Spoon-stir my loins with your heady brew
Feed my imagination a jot or two
Fire my senses with the feelings of life
Then I shall be buoyant for ever…
Or at least an hour or two.
Sugar me up with caffeination
And styrup my taste buds
With you at my inside
I shall filter the good fight
As my mug is my Grail.
Spoon-stir my loins with your heady brew
Feed my imagination a jot or two
Fire my senses with the feelings of life
Then I shall be buoyant for ever…
Or at least an hour or two.
Sugar me up with caffeination
And styrup my taste buds
With you at my inside
I shall filter the good fight
Ishall not fail
As my mug is my Grail.
PS The above is like a Dopio Esspresso (that’s my excuse for two ‘very’ similar stanzas G:)