I stagger to the kitchen
craving my hot morning drink.
I find my ugly, stained mug
on the counter by the sink.
I grab the hot decanter
as I struggle to wake up.
Bleary eyed I start to pour
that life juice in my cup.
While reading my newspaper
I delight at the first sip.
'Fore I'm done reading the sports
caffeine helps me get a grip.
Now off to take a shower
I stop long enough to think,
"I'm really feeling good now,
so I'll have another drink."
Walking out the door I pause,
"That stuff really hits the spot."
I head back to the kitchen,
"I'll just brew another pot!"
Now I’m running late for work
driving ‘round in a mad dash
with my coffee in my hand,
careful not to let it splash
Work is hectic as can be,
run around all day, nonstop.
But the trick to coping is
keep my cup filled to the top.
In the evening I’m wiped out.
Drink some java to unwind.
Go and browse the internet,
never know what I might find.
Now I toss and turn all night.
Got the jitters, cannot sleep.
Barely seem to close my eyes
when the alarm starts to beep.
Hit the snooze just one last time,
I can’t drag myself from bed.
Trying to collect my thoughts,
I feel like I’m nearly dead.
So I stagger to the kitchen
craving my hot morning drink.
I find my ugly, stained mug
on the counter by the sink …
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Well, I stumbled on this one and just could not resist reading (as I sip my own brew of java). Wonderful!!!! Great rhythm and totally made me giggle. Could this be made into a song I could hum tunelessly while pouring my fifth cup??? Just fantastic.
Excellent poem, spoken by a true coffee lover, although I prefer decaf for reasons so beautifully illustrated in your poem. I love the way you circled the end back to the beginning...coffee is part of the circle of life!
Oh yeah, forgot to say I loved this line: "Bleary eyed I start to pour
that life juice in my cup." Perfect description....life juice...I think I'll start calling it that! hehehe
Get some decaf my friend! Very neat poetic Ode to the 'ole stained mug's contents! You gave ME a chuckle, but I bet your kidneys are crying for Help! (tee hee, ha ha, and LOL. Cute and well done.
I loved it! This is SO me! Right down to the stained coffee cup by the sink, except mine's a pretty Starbucks one I got on my honeymoon in Hawaii, so it doesn't fit the ugly description. hehe I can totaly relate to this, right down to having a hard time sleeping and starting the cycle all over again the next day, hoping for different results. Great poem. Thanks for taking the coffee challenge! Now where's my coffee cup...?
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