Dark black regular
I am this cup of Joe
Strong espresso
3 lumps of sugar

To no bitter nor sweet
No artificial flavors
With the true colors
Of a firm spirit
Little at maist
An acquired taste

Poured from the soul
This fine ground
Does it up brown
Being breathful

Having the yen
To savor the swallows
Of no sweet n low
Being this average man
With an aroma of mystery
Ain't weak tea

So wake up, smell that coffee
And be stimulated
Not decaffeinated
In the start of the mornings

That at hand
In the ceramic mug
Warm as a hug
Is the blend
Served as it should
Is all well and good

This in thought
In the cold light days
Of café au lait
Is the brewed pot

If of this drip and drop
Each and every sip
Burnt the lips
And feelings heats the body up
From top to bottom
Come and try some