Oh, Morning Joe
Let me tell you
How seducing you are.
Your beguiling, gurgling alarm,
As the last of you drips into the pot,
Is a soothing call to launch another day.
Your robust, aromatic perfume
Lures me to the kitchen
Anticipating your hearty brew.
Your deep, dark petroleum,
Not defiled by milk or sugar,
Fulfills your promise of energy and excitement.
Your steamy, warm liquid
So hot it could burn my tongue
Heats my hands as I cradle you in my mug.
Nothing can surpass My Morning Joe.