Poetic Ode To Coffee: My True Love

I thought that I would pay homage to my one true love that I have to wake up to every day to keep living.

What can I say? Love coffee, wrote a poem 'bout it. Like to hear it? Here it goes!


Scratch, Grumble, Smile

Like a lumberin' bear
On I make my way to
the roasted royal grounds
to brew my magic stew.

The stew is concocted
and at home in my cup
and waking with its warmth
as from the rim I sup.

Jenn -- June 15, 2009


I CAN'T LIVE IF LIVING IS WITHOUT YOOOUUUUU! I CAAAAN'TTT LIIIVVVEEE!
Coffee is the true anti-peach,
Jenn