Thread: My favorite coffee

my life began to cease
as I turned the lid to see
an empty bottle
of my favorite coffee

my eyes began to blurr
and drip,
as my wife walked in
with a steamy cup
of my favorite coffee

days from shopping day
symptoms take hold
of baggy hazel eyes
pushing my lids close

I hear a door
and jump right up
to see my loving wife
with a 12oz box
of my favorite coffee

taunting my baggy eyes
and drooling mouth
“on one condition” she says
giving me a whiff of Pandora's box

so here I sit with a cup
of my favorite coffee
all I had to do
was fix the sink,clean the gutters
and mow the lawn.

This was absolutely charming ! Coffee and Poetry-2 of my favorite things-if I would have had a cup of coffee while reading this-then I would have been in a Poet's heaven-Thanks-Jul

glad you enjoyed it! funny thing is I haven't had a cup of coffee in about 3 years lol

i used to own a coffee shop and i can tell you this: when a junkie is letf in charge of the stash, that's a bad thing. lol. the good thing is me and my coffee roaster are still good friends, so i can get great coffee whenever i want (and i don't even have to clean his gutters) clever poem, i enjoyed this very much.

wood

thanks wood! I'm glad you enjoyed it! and so true lol