A Roach In My Coffee
A Roach In My Coffee
One morning I wanted some coffee.
I was barely awake, I couldn't even see.
Too early to wake up.
I started my coffee and something was floating in my cup.
It was a roach.
That was a surprise and gross.
The coffee was hot with a bug.
I guess it was swimming and having lots of fun.
My coffee cup is not a jacuzzi.
It’s not a bed and breakfast in my kitchen in the morning.
I had to pour out my coffee mug.
I had to start all over with another k-cup.
Now I know why we put our mugs upside down.
For roaches won’t find a place to hang out.
This was my favorite coffee mug.
Now it’s a roach roasting saying, “whats up”?
Have you ever had one of these mornings?
If so, you can share it with me.
It would be something to laugh at, you see.
Now I can start on my second cup of coffee.
With no bugs having a time of their lives.
For now on, pick up your mug and look inside.
Copyright © Charles Gadbois | Year Posted 2025
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