PARODY Poem: O Coffee My Coffee, by Brooke Weideman

O coffee! My coffee! The dreaded morn is here,
The time for sleep is over, make my fatigue disappear!
My duty calls, I cannot fall, and give in to the dark–
With you by my side I shall fight the tide and heed the morning lark.
But o cup! cup! cup!
What a tragedy I see,
Where now that I am fully up,
My cup sits there, empty.
O coffee! My coffee! ‘Tis you I love the most!
Pour over or percolate, just give me that roast.
Instant will do, I’ll take a cold brew,
Nothing will stop me from being with you.
Here potion! Dearest drink!
My cream awaits your heat.
You empower me to think,
Of more than just my sheets…

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