Have a Cup




Have a cup will you, that would be swell

beyond these trees rage the hounding fell

Monday mundane moans and mopes

Deadlines damning detain dear hopes


So grab a jug and gulp it down

Caffeine your guide austere and brown

Empowering the faint their demons to face

Enervating the sluggish, granting pace

Promptly pick between its flavors two

Delight’s tea or coffee’s darker brew

Caffeine employed, danger you’ll abide

Monsters muted, your demons defied

Party partly, pinkies high dear hatter

Denying elevenses would be madder

So my greyed earl be at liberty

harbored in Boston, there floaty

Or instant, two sugars please, King Dun

Roast and grind, Bucking star, my son

Cream the stress expressly by the pot

Percolate black, my heart, as thou aught

So Mondays moan, pardon me while I sip

Adenosine antagonized, a mug I grip

Stroll with Camellia robustly your own

Have a cup, It is dangerous to go alone


So Poet Wonder


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A fire burned, cauldron fright

A world yearned, raging might

A mind turned, thinking bright

Yet a law spurned, destroying light


For it was night, the poet amused

In the darkness, ideas livid enthused

They screamed lunacy, such laws accused

Disconcerted, ideas vivid slept unused


Poet lies bemused, haltered arts stay

Vibrant in darkness yet dim during day

Stary, the muse sings , a nightly fay

Guiding her poet, in her lunar sway


Thus poet stray, these laws not hold thee

Dive, stroke hard against that strifeful sea

Moon above, create, let worlds witted be

Sleep is for the mourning, so dry that coffee