Real Cold Coffee
Heard that love makes the world go round
With the ladies that may be true
But us macho dudes play a different tune
The wee guy downstairs is our cue
To beg and plead for a romp in the hay
We act kinda silly and mushy
Pretending a love song is in our hearts
But our tail light is making us gushy
Let's call the proverbial spade a spade
That wee guy controls us each day
So perky each morning and raring to go
Can't promise a lot of foreplay
We beg and plead, promise the moon
Diamonds and treasures untold
For just a few moments of heavenly bliss
Must hurry the coffee's gettin' cold
She's heard this ploy for many long years
Take it slow she tells me each time
Have developed a liking for real cold coffee
Guess I really can't say that I mind!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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