Breathe in
Breathe out
If I had one
Drink a stout
But I don’t
So I can’t
Or as the Brits say,
So I shan’t
I don’t want to,
But I will
Wash the dishes,
In sink still.
Then I’ll study
At least some
So at school I
Won’t be dumb
Must do laundry
Piling up
Have some coffee
Where’s my cup?
August 4, 2012 at 3:45 pm
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August 8, 2012 at 6:41 pm
Have you ever met a poet or writer who did not like, love, coffee?
August 8, 2012 at 10:38 pm
Well…I can’t imagine it personally…but I guess some prefer tea. :)