So, I’m tired. Here’s a poems with coffee.
Coffee
You asked for coffee
but didn't look so sure,
so I poured half the cup.
The coffee was black,
as you can hope;
it did not burn,
and it was not cold.
Each sip took lifetimes;
we are now forty-four.
Then you asked for more
but still didn't look so sure.
I learn how to use the poetry format :D.


I've noticed a bunch of us are now doing coffee poems -- and we are only 1.5 weeks into this, haha.
more coffee poems