I am the start to your day...
The percolating pops its harmonic way
The banging around of the spoon
The day will officially start soon.
I am not political or provocative
I'm not entirely evocative
I am rather predictable and trustworthy
And that first taste of me - o so good!
I normally come with a handle
I am rarely involved in any scandals
I can be black or white or creamy
My aroma is often quite dreamy.
I'm not exactly a religion
Though sites with cafes and pigeons
And cities and towns and buristas
And even churches serve me up good.
I am often served to you in a cup -
Yeti, mug or pot; whatever fills you up
All I know is my fans prefer caffeine
For without it, they can be quite mean.
I go quite well with scones I'm told
Or maybe that's just for when you're old
I've been known for a type of house
Housing singers and poets - o so good!
So the next time that you're pining
Or if you're worried, mad or whining
Brew you up a pot, you'll see
God gave you yet another morning -
-With ME.
Yes there are plenty of life's ills
Some might even be when I'm spilled
But I'm the start, to many people's day
And that first taste of me - o so good!
I had to write this. With all the negativity in the world news right now, I remembered that coffee in the morning is one thing I'm always looking forward to when I go to bed. It's hard to get mad about coffee, so I decided to write about it.