[Pictured above… My actual coffee mug]
Well, I poured myself a gin
And I sploshed some tonic in
And some lemon and some ice
So it slipped down really nice
If it gave my brain a squiggle
Made it fizzle just a little
Then the blackness and the shrouds
May find glimmers through the clouds
So I sat there contemplating
As my screen just sat there waiting
While the ideas that I had
Made me seem a little mad
Seems the gin just wasn’t coping
As, for ideas, I was groping
So I threw it down the sink
And I had a little think
Eureka! I decreed
It’s a coffee that I need
So I made it in a mug
In the hope it cleared the fug
Suddenly, an idea: new
What a tale I’ve got for you
My muse awakened right on queue
Inspired by? I have no clue
The starting line formed in my head
Was is something I had read
I’m starting now; pull up a pew
Baa… oink… moo… quack… cockadoodledoo
within without and all about
the chickens went insane
the humans squabbled bout the drought...
yet it was so amusing
theirin they're out without a doubt
plain turkeys ran for cover
old mabel sploshed the beans about
and cast them on the table
enough of thought abusing....
online musing mush.....Don Johnson
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