Dark and deep, you look at me
And a lot of me in you I see
I love you, my cup of coffee!
You’re strong and you’re bossy
And never just wishy-washy
One reason why I love you coffee!
You are you, not just a trophy
And always so excitingly frothy
In mug or cup, you’ll still be coffee!
You’re neither tea nor toffee
Or a dumb Page 3 glossy
You’re a breeder of thoughts, coffee!
A trend isn’t the same as trendy
Just as atrophy isn’t a catastrophe
But even ‘coffey’ can be coffee!
You’re vital as an apostrophe
Giving life to a grammatical catastrophe
You’re corrective, you’re coffee!
You’re ripples of rhymes and prosy
Giving troubled minds a cosy
Place to change… you’re coffee!
You never sting like a bee
Or jerk like a knee
You calm us all, for you’re coffee!
19 August 2013
Dedicating this poem to Barkha Parikh’s blog: