“There is always room, for one more cup, of coffee, no matter how full the tummy or what the hour of the day. Coffee.” Gun Roswell
Another cup of coffee, please
In the early morning hours, even before, the scheduled shover
Coffee, needed, in a large cup at that on the dot, and steaming hot
At lunch time, when feeling tired after a meal large, and not doing too fine
Coffee, please, double at that, only black, because I need to stay, alert stat
The afternoon, when the so called real coffee break is set, so fine
Alas, do not that let, to be a distraction of getting Coffee, any time
Pr-evning, the time between noon and evening, hauling my tired ass home
Ain’t nothin else, getting me off of this mess of a state, than, Coffee, a noun
Past dinner time, the relaxed set up, with family and friends to spend
A heavy duty plate of a meal consumed, and on the brew, you guessed it: Coffee!
Later, getting closer to night time, the tv babbling in corner, I am napping
But still, I would like to stay awake, for that movies sake, what else, but Coffee helps
Come night, and I should be sleeping relaxed and sound, getting unwound
Alas, I am wide awake, alert, nothing fake, and one thing comes to mind: Coffee
Yes, she’s got me hooked good, and hey, I know I really shouldn’t, but one cup won’t hurt?
So, one more cup of, Coffee!