My wife bought me the perfect gift years ago – THE PERFECT GIFT. And I liked it so much that one day, I wrote a poem about it while enjoying a cup of coffee it had just made …..
Ode to My Keurig
My Keurig, My Keurig, you’re always there for me,
Giving me that cup of coffee, even before that morning pee;
Into my favorite coffee cup, mixed with sugar and cream,
You and me in the am, we make one heck of a team.
Non-Coffee drinkers don’t understand the way you make us feel,
They drink their juice or tea, yeah, I know – for real;
You give us energy and help us start our day,
I don’t need anything fancy, like a chai tea or café au lait.
Many mornings a cup isn’t big enough, I need to use a mug,
It needs to cool a little, it burns my mouth when I chug;
I have to sip when it just comes out, ‘cause it comes out hot,
I like my Keurig, I really do, I like my Keurig a lot!!!
I marvel at the energy from the caffeine that it gave,
If it sits around too long, 45 seconds in the microwave;
I add a little sugar to make it a little sweet,
You keep your Mr. Coffee, for my Keurig can’t be beat.
Sometimes I use milk, sometimes maybe half and half
But I never will defile you by using (sigh)… decaf
I enjoy my cup ‘o Joe as I watch the morning news or maybe ESPN,
And when my cup is empty, I’ll hit your “Ready to Brew” button again.
You never disappoint me, always coming out strong and hot,
I make you one cup at a time, no need for a whole pot;
I’ll make a cup to go as I’m headed out the door,
Happy to drive right past a Starbucks, oh that place, I do deplore.
I might use already ground, or perhaps grind my own beans,
I only wish I knew what that “PRIME” message means;
But then I clean you and fill you and you’re as good as new,
As you wait to see what next flavor K-Cup I will brew.
So go ahead Mr Keurig, go on with your bad self
Always ready to deliver, waiting patiently on my shelf;
For that 1st cup in the morning, some might beg, steal or borrow,
But I know you’ll be there waiting with my cup of coffee tomorrow.
