My coffee, my coffee....

This is a little ditty I jotted down as I was waking up during Sesame Street time.  I just know there's a Nobel Prize for Poetry lurking around the corner for this one. 

My Coffee

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.    (original, huh)

I love how you warm me

on cold Autumn days.

You give me reason

to slither out of bed.

You help clear the fog

out of my groggy head.

You tell my children "be aware...
do not mess with her
until that cup is completely bare."   (yea I know...inconsistent rhythm...it's a ditty not a work of art)

You give me something to hold onto

when sanity is low.

You put pep in my step

when there's three kids in tow.
So thank you to my coffee

and cup and filters too,

for creating a morning person
from a blob of bedtime goo.