Monday Morning Blues

{A little silly for the day, 

from one who didn't "hit the hay"

Too much truth and wine did spill,

But coffee fixes any ill.}

Too much throbbing in my head

Must have been too much red

Dreams askew, I tossed and turned

Thirsty, thirsty, what's that blend?

Awake I swallow great big gulps

Of liquid blood in my great big cup.

Thank you lowly coffee bean

For keeping me from being mean. 

My lifeline, savior and morning blend,

Without you I'd go round the bend.

So red and luscious, dry and sweet,

You're no competition for my a.m. treat