Folger's
Patricia, Patricia,
how nice to hear from you,
what I'm about to tell you,
is embarrassingly true
I bought a large can of coffee
not so long ago,
somehow I seem to have forgotten
something I ought to know
I was ready to open said can,
where and when it sat,
I looked around to see,
something odd as that...
how can I prepare this brew
in my world of dizzy mental dew,
for I don't own a coffee-maker
and this tale I swear is true!!
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