“There is nothing wrong with loving coffee, too much, that is!” Gun Roswell
Fences won’t keep me from coffee!
They built the tall fences, to keep me away from my precious They tried hard to surround me, with something else to see They underestimated me though, as I will surely them all show They cannot keep me apart, from the one which holds my heart
But, no amount of impenetrable barriers so bold, will be able to let me grab a hold Of the only special and soothing one, whom knows what I am and what I have done The only thing in this whole wide world, with which without into turmoil I would be hurled And being the one, keeping me sane, through all the daily hassle and underlying pain
So, I will do my best and damndest, to push though and do not care less If cuts and bruises I will retain, all along the way, until I am finally through And then, you my dear and sweet thing, I will finally be able to cradle On the palms of my hands, as even if bruised they will soon be on the mend
After I have had, my first cup of coffee before the looming of the day
“There is nothing else to the weekend, but just drinking a lot of coffee, is all“ Gun Roswell
Coffee and Fridays
Fridays are filled with hope of the pending freedom at least for some who have worked all week long, trying to stay strong, just in the hopes of surviving until the weekend is near and without fear as coffee, has been there all the way.
But then, think of all that free time ahed, not sure as to what it to on spend, maybe taking a hike, or clearing the closets, or maybe watching the movies stacked in the recorder waiting for the perfect moment? Too many things to choose from and staying strong, ain’t easy!
With the seemingly hectic schedule for the weekend, as usually all the rest of the week is mostly with work spent, and now, when the freedom is finally there, I am quickly falling into a great despair! What to do, what to do?
There is really only one solution to this kind of dilemma:
Picking up my coat and car keys, and then steering the trusted steed towards the only place I know which is serving the good and strong stuff in this early hour; The coffee shop by the near by trucks stop. After arriving, ordering the tallest and strongest suspension they got on the menu.
And after the first few gulps, it is all gone and clarity sets, as I remain seated at the cafe with my tall order of latte and enjoy the day off.
“There certainly is no life, no movement, no nothing without coffee in the early morning hours!” Gun Roswell
Coffee, never enough of!
The one single thing in the world, which makes me out there to get hurled? Well did you guess what it is? Or do I need to give you a few more hints? Maybe go and check out what the topic of this ditty was really all about? Or is it so, that you too, need the something more to get going strong? As in strong meaning the liquid so totally steaming, it almost burns? But it won’t hurt, not as much anyway as this is the one thing the lines will blur The one sustenance you cannot live without or rather be the person all about Something so fine ever devised, that not even those against it can you rile As all the while having that cup of that special thing, will make you want to sing And then a smile maybe emerging so who is anyone against that going to be arguing After all, isn’t this what we all should thrive to be, smiling and sedate beings? Well, maybe, but after a cup or few, then maybe none to silent and sedate you’ll be And hey, we can’t all be those kinds of people as some of us, are made of coffee As simple as that, as having a chat with a neighbours cat, as with coffee inside your veins Will make you able the dailies to a feline quite easily explain, as such is the power Of coffee, and there can never be enough of that kind of offering, and yes, that is the thing
“There is always time for a coffee, or two, or even more. Heck! I could drink coffee all day long! So, just, plug me in, please!“ Gun Roswell
Friday, and the Coffee Break
The working week, once again, totally spent, in a mostly blurry bend Without so much, as a good, relaxing break or even, a full nights rest The only, and never changing constant, in this, whirlwind of a, well, quest Is the one dark, strong and yes, even dubbed golden, liquid, to digest
But, not each and every stop mark, was, such a success As sometimes, the days, got to be, a total and utter mess When getting, that one precious cup, or maybe two, or even a few Was skipped due, to all them urgent tasks, always, overdue
Luckily, surviving, like always, the week, from Monday, even, to this, Friday Before, the weekend’s full and awaited release, in front would be lain Some other types of liquids, certainly none, as tasty and good made More like a big beast, completely opposing the elixir of life, now, finally slain
So, today, on this, day of Friday, the one day, where running around Like some kind of beheaded poultry or maybe even, a mad cow As all the consuming hustle and bustle, is finally toning down And then, having, “so much” of that time, simply, to get unwound
But maybe, just maybe, skip all them scheduled, planned, awaiting other activities Forget about all mind numbing, and lip downward curling negatives When finally, seated, in peace, with a large cup, of that sweet, sweet release Downing it all, in one, big gulp, and then quickly adding, another full cup As celebrating, the week’s end, with some much deserved and great coffee!!!
“Doctor, doctor! There is way too much blood in my caffeine system!” Gun Roswell
There is always time, for one more cup of Coffee
Coffee, extra large cup, black! That is simply, the matter of fact Enjoy it while still hot Right there, on the double and on, the spot If you really need something cooling Then with coffee, there is no fooling Try it as you will, as a cool large frappé Or then, even as a milk sullen latte Coffee, truly and never, ever fails Even when it all sometimes so badly, ails
Today I went off the edge I didn’t even take a pledge I pranced around like a Fred Astaire The others looking with a stare Laughing out very loud And feeling extremely proud An old tune from years ago Nothing to stop the show I started singing that tune Not being any kind of prune Why this happened you may ask It wasn’t anything from a flask Though I have one excuse to acquit The Coffee made me do it!