Wednesday, August 13, 2014

An Ode to a Coffee

Fair fair, your lovely warming face
With twirling wisps up into space
Aboon the stars ye take your place,
I long to drink.

The groaning teacher there ye fill
Your caffeine like an instant thrill,
While thro' the pores your dews distill
In time of need.

And then, O what a glorious sight,
Awake perchance for all the night,
While sleepiness itself takes flight,
Warm-reeking, rich!

Ye pow'rs what make mankind your care,
Oh dish them out their bill o'fare,
Answer please our grateful prayer,
Give us some coffee!

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