Morning ritual wakes us up.
Pound of coffee in your cup.
Black as night and heavy too.
Man, this is your kind of brew.
Coffee is so thick and dank.
Roles in like a Sherman tank.
Busting rivets, twisting guts.
Loosening your bolts and nuts.
This pot it has a coal car.
A fireman and crew.
Hit that mountain running.
Son, you have no clue.
Clear the way to Uncle John.
Pave the streets and tell your Mom.
Ticker tape parade with bands.
Don’t forget to wash your hands.
When it’s done and all is quiet.
Feel like you’ve been on a diet.
Have another cup my friend.
I’ll stay with you to the end.
The inspiration for this poem.
OMG linda you had me laughing this morning! Great Poem – can I print that one out and put in a nice frame above the toilet! Thank you so much for the smile and the laugh!
Love and support
Kathleen
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I would be honored to have my poetry above someone’s toilet! Call it inspirational. 🙂 You have made my day.
I need to upgrade to post the video of the pot brewing. It sounds like a…let me just upgrade so I can post the video.
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Uncle John’s; the best place to get things moving
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