Posted in Simply Poetry

“As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

To Coffee or not To Coffee?

To coffee, or not to coffee,
Should that really be a question?

A coffee by any other name,
Would smell as sweet

When things get rough
The tough make a cup of coffee

People living in glass houses
Should drink their coffees out of cups

There is no place like home
With a fresh pot of coffee

Like birds of a feather
Two cups of coffee

Monkey see, monkey doo
Monkey drink their coffee too

To whom the bells toll:
It surely is time for a cup of coffee

Easy says as easy does,
Just make that damned cup of coffee!

When in Rome,
Have a cup of coffee!

Come to the dark side
We’ve got lots of coffee!