“It’s always that time, the time, for coffee, because there is never a “no time” for coffee, am I right?” Gun Roswell
Coffee time, once again!
When the clock, on the dot, beckons
It is that time, the time to reckon
That the one simple fact in life
That there really is nothing more so very fine
Than that, of the first cup of coffee, in the early morning hours
And that last cup, of then exact same stuff, in the late evening after showers
And, yes, yes, I know very well, that it is a tad too much
But if you think about any kind of such
Thing, which you had managed through to get
Without at lest one (read more than five) cups let
You guide through, then I really don’t know you
Because there really is no way
I can any of the daily tasks totally slay
Than with the aid of the finest sustenance ever created
The coffee, coffee, coffee, which was totally for me, made!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 