An Ode to Morning Coffee
A jolt of dark bean-juice wakes my slack jaw,
Steam dances like tiny ghosts, what the heck do I saw?
Mug trembles, I mutter to avoid mortal sin,
“More cream! More sugar!” I plead, let sweetness win.
Bitter mug warrior, I salute your fierce taste,
Without you mornings feel like hours laid to waste.
Oh coffee, sweet caffeinated lord—do it again!
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