Something’s floating in my cup
It might be a her or him,
A tiny bug, I cannot tell
but it’s trying hard to swim,
It flew in without thinking
an accident for sure,
To keep the thing from sinking
my coffee - I won’t stir.
Maybe it’s a coffee ground
and not a bug at all,
but now it’s shaking like a dog
and climbing up the wall.
To finish up my coffee
I don’t think that I should otter,
it'd be like gulping down a drink
of someone’s warm bath water.
1 comment:
Euuuuuuu!
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