Friday, May 23, 2025

Now THAT would keep me awake

 

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.