Monday, November 2, 2009

Caffeinated Poetry

My Friend, the Coffeepot
by Shadow

The coffeepot
Is very hot
It has water
Drip, drip, drop.

I snuggle near
So I can hear
The dripping sound
Right in my ear.

To watch, I choose,
As coffee brews
It never fails
Me to amuse.

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