Discovered by goats were coffee beans
They ate them and stayed up after dark
A monk made them into a drink it seems
So in late-night prayers they could take part
On the cabinet sits the coffee pot
There is a procedure each night
First, dump out the old brew you’ve got
To make your drink right
Put in the fresh coffee grounds
Fill up the water reservoir
Push the timer button until it sounds
To wake up with a tremendous roar
Coffee is a strange drink
The caffeine wakes you up
A lot of people won’t even think
Until they’ve had a morning cup
Our society, it is a part
This stimulant we desire
Each day many start
Hoping the day it will inspire
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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