Coffee is a pleasant drink, It helps to keep us, in the pink. We love to drink it very early, It's a habit, we enjoy, so dearly. Don't call on the phone, Or ring my bell. Don't whisper to me, You better not yell. Don't offer me candy, Or even toffee, I'm not alive, Until I have my coffee.
Reason for writing:
I love my coffee.
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Norb Walker Sag.