Roll Up the Rim
The contest came on yesterday
to roll your rim again.
The time going into rolling them
from here to there and then.
To win a prize for certainty.
The odds at six to one.
Just knowing that I'm drinking all
to up until there's none.
The winners often coming back
to get their fill of food.
The likely prize for everyone
especially if it's brewed.
And still I go on rolling them
with prizes on my mind.
Enjoying every coffee made
that each cup has to grind.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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