Oh the smell from long ago
The waft warm and familiar
The early start a slave in part
In a world confused and in pain
Why do passing smells entice
More than if I was the chef
With my own hands creating
But my nose elating
From the aroma of the morning tube
Category: Monday
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Oh Monday! Why do you arrive
with such a heavy head and slow drive?
I’ve got work to do, yet feel forlorn
The cloud arrived Sunday
I wish it’d be gone
Slow and steady, at least I’m moving
Give me a coffee to get me grooving
It’s not so bad, I’ve got it good
I just need a little pick me up
Tarry black treasure, liquid gold
Warm my hands, thaw this hold
Wipe away that cloud
Bring out the sun, that burns in me
This day’s gonna be fun!
Ok let rock it!
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