Espresso

This morning, as I was sipping my espresso,
I thought, “Hey, Let’s write a song about espresso.”
But the daily post said “Release.”
and I just cannot write that with ease.

This morning I was drinking my espresso.
Black and foamy, giving a release,
the sandman rudely taunting me,
the clock’s ticking, being such a tease.

I can’t remember if I even showered,
or what just happened to that last hour.
But the detection of a dark roast aroma,
has my mind feeling caffeinated power.

So, thick, you’d think it was oil,
if not for that foamy orange ring,
So much bite – it might bite your throat!
and leave your body sha-shaking.

The day wore on, the body wore out.
I couldn’t make it half past four.
I dropped my bags, as I walked through the door,
and “espress’d” me another cup more.

My love came down, we walked around town,
Her perfume had me feeling alright.
Then, against my better wisdom, I bought another cup,
I’m now I’m gonna be shaking all night.

So, thick, you’d think it was oil,
if not for that foamy orange ring,
so much bite – it might bite your throat!
and leave your body sha-shaking.

*Please, drink espresso responsibly! 😉

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