Moka Pot

Watch Me Now.

“Watch me strut, strut, as I’m eatin’ my donut.

There’s no one home to tell me that I cannot.

Stove is on, and I’m making it real hot.
Cooking up cafe in my moka pot.

Strut, strut, as I’m eatin’ my donut.
There’s no one home to tell me that I cannot.
Sugary powder with jelly in the middle,
these sweet pastries got me playin’ like a fiddle.

Strut, Strut, as I’m eatin’ my donut.

There’s no one home, so I’m doin’ what I want.

Dressed like a bum and showered, I have not.
Cooking up cafe in my moka pot.”

Poetry Topics: Fun, Food, Coffee.

“The Moments of Our Lives Written into Poetry.” ScribbledToPaper.com

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