A Poem by an Unknown Author.
Shall I compare thee to a cup of joe?
Thou art more tasty and more temperate;
Rough winds may chill my cup and cause me woe;
Or some fool may have put decaf in it.
Sometimes too hot a cup of coffee pours,
And often bitter and acidic swill;
And, too, one must worry when out of doors,
By chance he may his morning java spill.
But thy eternal beauty shall not fade,
Nor disappoint me with flavor vapid;
Forever will I drink the mud that you have made,
And always shall make mine heart be rapid.
So long as mouths can drink, or eyes can see,
So long lives this----I raise my mug to thee.
The author of the above is unknown to me, at least.
If you know who wrote this, please email me and let me know.