I think that I shall never be
Fully awake without coffee.

A cup my ready mouth does drink
Without which I can hardly think.

That java comes from God is true.
Why have a cup when a pot will do?

With ice in summer it’s so rare
That I should ever think to share.

And even though I’m far from snow
I want my steamy cup of Joe.

Blogs are made by goofs like me,
Who couldn’t write without coffee.

[Apologies to Joyce Kilmer (1886-1914). Image from VisionWorks.]