I drink my coffee, hot and black,
my drug of choice, from ages back.
No cream no sugar, no fancy mug,
just give me some java, i'll give you a hug.
No fancy coffee shop coffee for me,
won't pay that much, but don't want it free.
I just want a plain ole cup of joe,
A white styrofoam cup, ready to go.
It does'nt matter what brand it is,
strong and black, heavenly bliss.
Wakes me up in the morning, opens my eyes,
And after two cups I'm ready to fly.
I have coffee at noon, coffee at night,
And if you mean mouth coffee, I'm ready to fight.
The coffee I've drunk could fill the sea,
That energized bunny has nothing on me.
The coffee pot in the photo is my coffee pot my Mother gave to me in 1977. The Brand name is "Paul Revere" That coffee pot has gotten me thru 30 years of Police work,the 3 am feedings of babies,countless hours writing Masonic papers and Speeches.If has been a great friend and maker of my daily cup. It sits on my stove today