We love a cuppa joe in the morning

to start the day off bright,

and a cuppa joe at lunchtime

keeps it going right,

’til our elbow bumps our cuppa joe

and our cuppa joe goes sailing out of sight.

Now that won’t come off

the table cloth

even if we scrub it

day and night.

Which reminds me

of the coffee stain on my character

I picked it up quite carelessly

not in malice, just inconstancy,

yet it clings to me so doggedly

and my table cloth in now a dingy white.

We drink a cuppa joe to ease a bad headache

and a cuppa joe clears those webs away

’til our tongue and lips make a slip

and that soothing sip goes dripping down our face.

Now what a drag,

your shirts a rag

even if you wash it

night and day.

Which reminds me …