Odd Coffee Date

All was going well until she asked for a drink Then my stomach started to sink She ask “do you have coffee?” “no it’s OCD” Stood up, turned 80 degrees Counted my steps, ones and threes Get the scales and measure the grains In nerves, must not make any stains Add the milk, not too much Now the sugar, just a light touch Click the kettle, watch my watch If she was Irish, I could always add scotch Click! Pour the water 63 mm size always matters A quick stir, a wee bit slower Too high make it lower Turn clockwise, go for the door Marching like in the marine corps There she is lying in a heap I was hours, she’s fast asleep