That morning cup of coffee,
The warmth upon my hands.
It soothes the soul and keeps me bright,
It always understands.
The kettle holds the key,
To sunshine in a cup.
Or iced in summer, cool and fresh,
I’ll drink them all right up.
Might be weird or OTT,
To talk of coffee this way.
Like it or loathe it, coffee is king
It helps me through the day.
