Stalwart Soldier In My Kitchen
The stalwart soldier in my kitchen forever stands.
Faithful, diligent and ready, at my commands.
He wears a maroon uniform and keeps me comfortable.
Be it sunshine or in raging storms writing verse at my table.
His ammunition..forever stocked.
For come what may, he is totally loaded and locked!
No, silly~it's not a gun!
Stop thinking that, it is just not any fun!
He keeps a light on at all times.
That I might find him, he demands no rhyme.
Who is he? Haven't you figured it out!
He's my Keurig Coffee Maker, who makes good drinks,
and alas, no stout!
Coffee of any flavor, French, Hazelnut to name a few.
Teas of exotic natures, mon Dieu!
No hot boiling pots of hot water to carry around.
Those tiny K-Cups, make my life, deliciously sound!
April 20, 2020
7pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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