Sitting through this gloomy day
I sit and stare and wait.
My mind begins to wonder still
with whats to come to date.
I sniff the air like a pack of wolves
in search of scent and smell.
My eye's scan round this dismal room
but its only me I tell.
So lets try something new this time
and hope its better yet,
I laugh at this my crazy mind,
I think he wants a bet.
Come on now this could be fun
you might just find a mate.
Let your fingers be your guide
and hope its not to late.
Well here we are the game at last,
he thinks he stands a chance.
What is it then this stench we have?
Or can you guess without a glance?
He tastes the air and fills his lungs
and shouts its apple toffee,
but he lacks a tongue to taste it all,
I plainly say its coffee.