Got up this morning, very early
Didn't know where I was, eyes opened, barely
My body was in pain, my vision was blurry
I stumbled into the kitchen, in a chaotic hurry
I knew I had to make, my wake up juice
Without that potion, i would not feel lose
But Mr. Coffey had trouble, it wouldn't start
Now, i was seeing double, two machines a foot apart
I was feeling lazy, going crazy
My mind was whacked, my eyes were glazy
It's time to make the coffey, what the hell is going on?
Ahhh! My machine was unplugged, but now the coffey is gone
I can't believe it, i'm white as a ghost
I ran out of coffey, when i needed it the most!
C. Vergara
05.04.2012
Wonderful poem with a bit of humor.I enjoyed the rhyme.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woah fantastic fun poem, superb rhyming and your coffee inspired you in a super cool way. Kudos. Soo nice to read from your inking again pleez do comment/review my newest poem too, titled, Dream Holiday places