Ode to the Bean
Your aroma wakes me from my bed.
Though a few more winks I'd much like instead.
But I'm no longer tired
In fact, I'm quite wired
When that lovely brew goes to my head.
Oh, coffee bean, I am astounded.
Especially when you are grounded.
In this I do trust
A flavor robust
My need for you is fairly well-founded.
With sugar and cream, you're delightful.
My mornings without you are frightful.
For me there's no choice
How I find my voice
In a few cups I'll be more insightful.
by Cheri Marks