Meniscus

Written by: Trevor McLeod

Meniscus, meniscus, my coffee is cool.

Little meniscus I'm nobody's fool.

Once you seemed warmer; held by my hand.

Then there's this draft from a Tim Horton's fan.

Might be the windows cooling me down.

Maybe the door rifting around.

Regretting my coffee; some see my frown.

Little meniscus my cold little crown.

Maybe I'm thirsty; maybe too cool.

Currents come at me; stealing my drool.

Little meniscus forgive what I said.

Now that I'm drinking and thirsting instead.

Little mensicus circling my cup.

Not rising over and burning this shmuck!