An Ode to Coffee
Oh bittersweet nectar of those who would sleep
But choose to stay up to make complete
Those tasks that could keep on going for weeks
Like book reports, studying or working for creeps
Oh shiny black liquid that makes my eyes light up
When I take a smooth sip from my Far Side cup
I try not to laugh when I tip my hand up
The sign says "pull" not "push" you "gifted" nut
And oh that sweet smell as you brew and steam
made with boiling water and pots and beans
which keep me awake and far from my dreams
I'll love you always black, sugar or cream