Ode To a Perfect Cup
ODE TO A PERFECT CUP
Coffee, by any other name, is still as sweet?
No, my scrumptious homemade darling!
Tis true! I fooled around on you.
Those others crass, just don’t compare.
Each give me grounds for jumping ship.
Even a dip was morbid and flippant.
But, alas, your body, a delicious sip.
Not too papa bear hot. No burning tongue.
On a voyage too long without you.
I was tripping, but now i relax.
Kim Rodrigues © 5/8/2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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