My friend sent me a little ditty about struggling toward the morning’s first cup of coffee…..and, indeed, struggling toward morning itself. In return, I sent the little ditty below:
Roses are red as my eyes in the morning,
Trying to rise as the day is a-borning…
Some unknown intruder is buzzing my brain….
Yet I must arise: oh, the pain!
Oh, the pain!
Off to the kitchen to ready the pot…
Did I clean it last night?
No, of course, I did not!
So, dump out the grounds and a quick rinse’ll do it…
Soon I must run some white vinegar through it!
At last!
I hear perking…
O, God, is there hope?
That after this first pot, perhaps I can cope?!?
Written especially for Krisi
February 5, 2018
By the QOE