Fuddled Zombie Wakes Up With Coffee
The smell of dark coffee brews in early morn.
Such a treat to wake up to, when I’m groggy and worn
I’m not fond of fancy frothy coffee shop brew
None of them will really do
Unless you pour a spot of Irish Cream to fire up a few.
When my girlfriend Susie would come over to stew,
I always put on a fresh pot of dark roasted coffee to brew
I have always been a softy when giving her a caring shoulder
We enjoyed the bliss of coffee and Baileys Irish Cream liqueur
to make us bolder.
Friendship with laughter is a treasure,
with a sip of spiked coffee will always do with pleasure.
When I was young, Mommy would sometimes wake up
looking like a fuddled zombie,
but
as soon as she’d have her first cup of sugary with cream coffee,
she’d be our mommy again cooking us something good for our tummies.
12/3/3021
redo 12/9/2016
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest 5. zombie
Sponsored by: Constance La France
original title: WAKE UP WITH COFFEE OR TEA
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